Since words found their way
Written out on napkins and
The backs of envelopes
I use to write poems
Every day
I use to write them about
The boy I loved
The one that walked away
But then Poetry died
And there were so many years
Of quiet silence
And an echo stretching forever
I wrote a story for my godson
It's about an armadillo
I want to publish the book
But all this fear
Holds me back
Still somewhere past
Basketball games on TV
And fictional bounty hunters
I hear an old whisper
And feel a tug at the corner
Of my heart
Start again
Live with no regrets
And I smile
Maybe turning 30
Is a starting point
After all and
Maybe I can live
The life I long for
After all