Day 3: Write a poem to someone and share it with them.
Naturally, the first person I think of is the fella, who’s my rock, my in-house comedian, my reacher of high things, my cockroach killer, my best friend … it’ll be a nice change of pace from the morose, dark turn my mind usually takes when writing.
Azure eyes deep as the sky
look lovingly into mine,
which, he says, are, and I quote,
“mocha orbs, wild and untamed,”
like his spirit animal.
Ours is a love so vast
I never imagined it attainable,
so easy, even when it’s not.