• Vol. 08
  • Chapter 10

If I wrote it

If I wrote my heart down
so that you could read it
it would show you the skies at dusk,
spread open above our heads in shades
that I try to describe to you as you drive.

You would find my perspective
nestled in between the words
and in the spaces after full stops and commas,
where I am just narrator and you are the star
that illuminates the clouds from below

I hope that it would be a flattering portrait,
one that you would be pleased with,
that you would recognise in the mirror,
composed and curated
in our shared space and time.

If I wrote my heart down
so that you could read it
I hope that you would want to keep reading
and that maybe you would
write me yours.

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