If you think she hasn’t written about you,
you’re highly mistaken.
If you’re of any importance at all,
she’s scribbled your name down within her pages.
She will describe the way you make her think.
She’ll capture the way her mind comes alive,
how it spins and breathes when she is speaking to you.
She’ll recount the conversations you have
and how they showed her new things
she didn’t even know she was looking for.
She’ll detail your eyes.
The way they dance when you’re excited,
Or the way they flutter when you’re fighting sleep.
How the color captivates her and she won’t look away
no matter how much she wants to.
She’ll describe your hands
and the way they intertwined with hers,
or the way they feel when you pull her close,
and she feels protected.
The way you make laughter rise up her throat
until it bursts out of her.
The way you listened to her,
and made her feel maybe she wasn’t
quite so insane for her thoughts after all.
If you believe at any point
That she hasn’t immortalized you
With ink on paper, you don’t know her.
She will remember you.
She will make sure
the world remembers you too.