Just read your new poems in the middle of the night.
After waking from dreams of emotional fights.
4 new poems of different kinds.
Your heart explained in every line.
I envy your hand that can write first to last.
When I can't even start a new chapter from my regretable past.
'Cause your words are passionate.
They make me reflect.
On what it would take.
To move on and forget.
I'll always be stuck, but I will take some steps.
To write a poem, and post it with no regrets.
(Hope you're doing well at home, I miss your cooking)