An attempt to be creative: a poem.
“The Night I said ‘I love you'”
I knew I loved you,
And so much poured in, out, and through me;
There was a time, I’d thought,
Framed, like a picture in my mind, Tidy.
But I knew it and felt it, chose it;
But should I say it?
Myriad options in a balance, checking boxes.
And I see you there.
Wishy and washy, notions in my head,
Theoretic dogmatic and not real at all;
The frame was cracking and the picture afire–
So I said it and meant it and —
We both sobbed so hard
that our bodies were shaking.
Your silence for hours.
Your conceptions were changing
Like my picture that burned.
Because love shocked us so,
And life apart was no longer an option.