To Kim

Written for the love of my life

To Kim

My pen has always been heavier than this.
As though the entirety of my pain
Was dense black ink pressing into a page
Leaving only emptiness within me.

My hand is unaccustomed to such lightness.
As though I cannot write without this weight
Pushing my stark words into the paper
Marring its whiteness with angry black scars.

Yet I would write now in Crayola colors.
As though simple vibrancy might express
The bright buoyancy I find inside me
Breathing you in through the pores of my skin.

I would write to tell you that I love you,
Even though my hand is far too awkward,
And my pen far too light and clumsy.

Though I write this poem with the same black ink,
You are sunshine and watercolors to me.