Alive

I want to write about you like I never didIt was never spoken about a person this wayHuman was never codified in such mannerAnd do you know why? Because there is no way –No inkNo letters to combine,To explain the depth of your imprints on my skin –On my moments,On my vision. You are, my dear, one of many,But only rare get written down. So I read that a writer falls in love with you,You will never die.Well,I am no writerAnd my words come as they go –Light and unnoticed.But…