I’ve been meaning to write you
A poem
But the words never come
At least not adequately

I stare at the pen and paper
And feel the words
But they never come out

I close my eyes and wait
Listening to my heartbeat
But nothing

And so I carry on with life
Until I catch myself
Wanting to write something beautiful

For you

Then I remember
And I repeat the process
With a little more hope
This time.