Alone

Hello there.

It’s been a long time growing:

something soft, and sweet, and delicately

written, tied with a bow.

Been busy writing product pages,

plentiful piles of poetless prose

with nothing left for me

to show

to you.

How I wish you'd know.

How I wish you knew.

There isn’t any space in here,

like a canopy of vines

tearing up the room.

Something doesn't feel safe

inside. Like something dire roots

in plain sight.

But I can’t hide.

So I'll point the mirror at the door

and wait here

for you.

Please let it be for you.

Maybe one day,

I’ll bloom. Write you something delicate

and tie it with a bow.

How I wish I’d know.

How I wish I knew.