Your Story

You came alive on the page, I could see you Standing in front of me; painting the story Of your life in the air that hung between us Using your tongue as a brush. I have seen you In person, had the pleasure of talking to you While we waited for the bus and read your thoughts Splayed months ago for the few of us listening Your words had never stunned me before Not in a way this story had, the story Of your soul, the story that made me feel like A child again. Your voice picked the words Off the page and propelled them. You were shy And humble, but you spoke with such simplistic Elegance I couldn’t help but fall for you I wanted to go to you, tell you how much Your words had moved me, tell you how I longed to share our worlds and combine them Into a beautiful new dreamscape