To My Darling Poet

A Poem by Chrys Marie

From the lover who remembered, the lover you forgot.

how are you, my darling poet?
i write in hopes that your words have not consumed you.
i write in hopes you have not lost yourself to crafted worlds.
i write in hopes that you still remember the memory of you and me.

how are you, my darling poet?
i write in hopes that your nights pass in peace and quiet.
i write in hopes no vivid nightmares come plague your sleep.
i write in hopes you remember my kisses before morpheus arrives.

how are you, my darling poet?
do you still write of tragic heroes and the plight of gods?
do you still write of the bleeding hearts and cries of men?
do you still write of star-crossed lovers miles apart?

how are you, my darling poet?
do you still write of the hunger and avarice of men?
do you still write of how the world may end, in fire or ice?
do you still write of the evil in the universe? what of the good?

how are you, my darling poet?
i wish you would finally lay your words to rest.
i wish you would silence the voices in your head.
i wish you would start writing about me instead.

how are you, my darling poet?
may i ask where the muse of my life has gone?
may i ask who this poet is, standing in her place?
may i ask what person has your pain shaped you into?

how are you, my darling poet?
would it be imprudent if i asked you to rest from your daydreams?
would it be foolish if i asked of you to write of me instead?
or would the thought of me be too mundane for your mind?

how are you, my darling poet?
i implore that you escape from the dead spaces between the stars.
i implore that you let go of your words and your reveries.
i implore, please, that my lost love come back home to my side.

how are you, my darling poet?
i miss you.
i love you.
come home, please.