I was fifteen and desperate
scribbling your name into poems
I didn’t even know were about you
I didn’t know your eyes
didn’t know your hands
but I felt you everywhere
like a secret under my ribs
the words were messy
full of half-formed confessions
stumbling over themselves
to get close to something
I couldn’t name
I wrote about you
like writing could summon you
like saying your existence aloud
might bend the world
just enough for our paths to cross
and now
many years later
time has done its quiet work
we finally found each other
and every bruise
every awkward line
was just a way
to get here
knowing
it was always going to be you
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
This is an absolutely gorgeous writing, from an absolutely gorgeous human being. I’m honored and always delighted whenever you come back and continue sharing your wonderful spirit with us. Never stop!!!!
Thank you so much! I appreciate you more than you know! I hope to never stop!
this is such a deep and tender piece of writing Jennifer. i could feel the passage of time reading every line to the end. Mike
Thank you, Michael. I hope you have a wonderful weekend!