I just smelled your clove cigarettes.

I wonder how you are.

It took such courage for you to entreat me.

I see you. You’re a star.

In your own sky.

On your own path.

I’m sorry. It wasn’t mine.

That’s okay, though.

I still blessed you.

Everything is fine.

A poem I wrote to a girl who never gave up pursuing me. Well, I guess she eventually did.