Were you ever?

Were you ever a poem I wrote, a poem I read?

Kept on the stand by my bed? Were you ever a memory I’d trade, left the present,

followed the trail up towards, reclaim,

were you ever a poem? Did you ever rhyme, hold weight in stanzas, were you ever,

Ever a hyperbole, would die if your hands didn’t hold me?

Were you ever, were you a sonnet, elegant and full.

Were you ever, a heartbeat endless, repetitive were you?

Were you ever metaphoric, chapters of t stories I am,

were you ever, written or erased,

were you ever gathering the mess, turning the page, were you ever…