Relapsing into you
You are my saved password
Will not be erased until replaced.
Would you be the answer?
I haven't written poems
Of any boy.
Is this nostalgia?
Loneliness?
Or is it You?
Is this the truth?
I really don't know.
I just feel the pull
As the moon pulls
The ocean.
Waters move.
It's like a delicate dance.
But from afar. No touch.
Could that be us right now?
Could it be that you feel my pull
From that immense distance?
You might have found
another moon.
* * *
For creative expression
Say it in five words,
a hundred
or a thousand.
What difference does it make?
Is wordcount the judge
of poetry that is
True or Fake?
Truth coils
in mysterious ways.
Could be contained
in a book of a million page
or it might just shine through
in a simple phrase.
This poem stands
to hold the place
for creative expression.
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