Summer poems
Set winter heart
To melting

I cannot be who
You perceive me
To be

Can only be who I am
Sentimental
Loyal
Habit forming
A little nuts

For you
Maybe more
Than a little

You get so confused
By my moments of
Alexithymia
Thinking that
I'm withholding when
I simply can't
Form the words

To perfectly convey
The significant mark that
Loving you
Has left
On me

A unique birthmark
Only discovered
After you left

In the shape
Of a touchstone

In the shape of
Courage

That seemed to sprang up
So naturally
When we were
In the same time
And space of
Each other

Now I know
The importance
Of pictures

For I tear this place
Apart, for one
To sew in the
Inside of my
Heartpocket
To recreate that
Time and space,
to continue to share

With you what you
Have fixed in your belief
What we cannot.