untitled - April 15th, 2026

I don't quite remember how poetry is supposed to go,

I think it feels like rain on top of sunshine,

And warm hugs in the morning.

I think it sounds like warm conversations late at night,

And soft lights as we exchange "goodnight"s.

I think poetry is emotional,

I think it is personal,

I think it's a comfort.

Is that how poetry goes?