she doesn’t want to write of heartbreak anymore
she doesn’t want sorrow to be the topic she knows best
she wants to forget about the darkest room of her soul –
the place where her pen and paper help build a window to escape
she doesn’t want to write about the rainy days
or the storms that washed away her peace and
forced her to look at herself in the mirror for months
until she recognized herself again
she doesn’t want to write about the past anymore
she wants to write about cupid and his arrow –
the arrow that struck her and convinced her
to give love another chance
she wants to write of joy and how he makes her feel seen
she wants to write about their adventures in Belize
and how she watched him snorkel as she sat by the shore
because she can’t swim and she preferred to soak in the moment
she wants to write about that little Italian restaurant downtown
where they ordered a bottle of wine and ate pizza and gelato
then spent the night watching “Say Yes to the Dress”
until they passed out in each other’s arms
she told me
she wants to write about how love made her feel alive again
and how he helped her find the confidence she buried years ago
she wants to write about how her pen and paper
are finally her reality and not the window to her escape
