Note: this poem is inspired by “The Notebook” by Nicholas Sparks. I typically don’t enjoy reading romance novels, but certain sections of text were especially profound and beautiful. It would be impossible for me not to write a poem about it!
She is a stranger caged in the body Of a woman Her frail arms tremble against my biceps Tears cloud my eyes with every step I try to take forward She takes two back- Wards To the only place she knows She is child imprisoned in a mind of Trauma Youth shines in her emerald eyes Like the rays of the sun first ascending over the horizon line Even as the past she once knew Dies with the dusk And here I stand in the dust clutching The ghost of the girl I once loved As her fatal footsteps tread In the desert sand And dust bowl after dust bowl tumble by She is the distance between my mind And my soul My heart and the poetry that pours from my mouth she is the water that quenches my relentless thirst. We are always together But will forever be apart.
Spilled Ink 