more than old love.

the last time we saw each other,

you said some words that engulfed me

like a rushing wave trying to lead me to the sea,

the room got a little brighter as each syllable left your precious mouth. 

And it was the most peace

 I’ve seen or felt

in seven years. 

I have to write these words down, that you said to me,

but so far I’ve ripped up 17 white pieces of paper, 

because I can’t get my handwriting graceful enough

to be worthy

of your words.