A Door Opens

Someone recently,
Got in touch,
With him,
About,
His poems,
His poetry,
The blood,
And guts,
That he’s,
Been spilling,
Onto,
The page,
No idea,
How someone,
Like this person,
Has seen,
These poems,
But an email,
Just popped up,
Looks like,
You’re writing,
About love,
Looks like,
You’re writing,
About truth,
Looks like,
You’re asking,
The big questions,
The ones that,
Don’t generally,
Come,
With neat answers,
I know,
That you,
Have a novel,
And that,
You need help,
I don’t know,
Much about,
Your novel,
And I don’t,
Know you,
But I know,
Your story,
And I have,
A sense,
Of your,
Writing style,
And who,
You are,
As a person,
Please send me,
Some pages,
Of your book,
When you can,
I’ll see what,
I can do,
No promises,
Of course,
And no matter,
What happens,
Please,
Keep writing,
Never,
Stop writing,
Don’t,
Look back,
Because you,
Only,
Have now,
And,
The page,
Right,
In front,
Of you,
And the blood,
That’s yet,
To be spilled,
And the,
Stories,
That’ve yet,
To be told,
And the chapter,
Of your life,
That’s yet,
To be written.

No Playdates Here

Out with,
Little London,
And he,
Sees,
Some guy,
Out,
With his,
Dog,
The guy,
Is checking,
Him and,
Little London,
Out,
The guy,
Is some,
Ways away,
And then,
The guy,
Yells,
Hey,
Can we,
Come say,
Hey,
And then,
He has,
To tell,
The guy,
Who’s hoping,
For a,
Spontaneous,
Tiny,
Doggy,
Playdate,
No,
Please don’t,
Do that,
Please just,
Steer clear,
My dear,
Little London,
Hates dogs.

Carry On

Irrespective of,
How long,
London lives,
He will,
Carry her,
With him,
Forever,
He will carry,
Their bond,
And,
Their partnership,
And what,
They have shared,
What they,
Still share,
They have,
Always had,
A unique,
Connection,
And he will,
Forever honor,
That,
In this,
Life,
And whatever comes,
After that,
He knows that,
She feels,
The same way.