You sat there staring at a tiny box and a blinking cursor,
asking yourself what you should write to get her off your back,
she stared back at you with starry eyes and more love than
you have ever seen on a single person's face. you remembered
how beautiful she had been in your dream and how happy
she was when she heard about the cupcake that was there
without really being there at all. Suddenly the words just ran
from your mind to your fingers to the screen. that was it,
a poem about the dream, about her being there with you
even though she was still 16,000 miles away.
You sat there scratching your head at what she would think
and when she read it she had to fight tears from the joy
bubbling from within her soul. I know you sat there blankly,
completely confused as to how anyone could possibly
find enjoyment in opening their veins and bleeding
into a typewriter, but I thank you so very much
for giving it a chance.
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