A poem comes by for a visitjumps, twists, turnsin the room of imaginationMy pen begs to carve it beat in the metersas placed prison barsspaced inches apartcapturing an essence Truth:You are not minePockets turned out with noproof of visit, no valet ticketto retrieve after-party transport,A bookmark fallen from the pagesof a story unwrittenI love youNever knew youIContinueContinue reading “Poem: Visitor”