Why I Write

Tonight it happened. Though only for a moment. I saw the hope of moving on. I looked into another's eyes, listened to another's voice Barely met. Yet in those few moments I knew there was hope. That was until the thought of you crept in. Tonight I wanted for the hundredth time to forget. Let go. Then I realized. You inspire me to write. Writing this I want to bury myself underneath gravel that will never be dug up. But before that please put me in a concrete block. It's simple really. Poetry means everything to me and I was revealed to it the moment I began to feel.