If You Were a Poem

If you were a poem, 

I would take my time.

I would carefully think through all of the words, 

I would search for meanings that were more illusive

and I would write them, not type them,

on paper for you. 


If you were a poem, 

I would read you aloud to a small crowd, 

because you only deserve the most intimate setting, 

and I would read the words slowly, carefully, 

because I want everyone to know all the 

adjectives in the world that can describe you. 


If you were a poem, 

I would publish you on the internet

because I would want the entire world to read

every line that describes the intricacies of your life, 

what makes you human and what makes you alive, 

and I would let every social media website

share your story, 

because the world deserves to know 

such a beautiful creature. 


If you were a poem, 

I would translate you into every language

so every person would want to read you. 

I would make sure each language has

similar words to the ones I have written about you, 

because I don’t want the world to lose a single letter

that was written about you. 


If you were a poem, 

I would let an artist draw 

what they thought was an accurate representation of you. 

I would let them etch out your words, 

paint out your imagery, 

and sculpt out your life, 

because you deserve to be portrayed in every aspect of art. 


If you were a poem, 

I would carry you with me, all of the time, 

because I wouldn’t want to forget a word that I have

placed from the ink of the pen onto the piece of the paper, 

and I would carry it in the front pocket of my purse, 

until the day I no longer carry a purse, 

just in case someone wants to read about you, 

and I will always have it handy, in that front pocket. 


If you were a poem, 

I would have the priest read the words

near my last breath, 

because I want you to be the last thing that I hear

before I no longer have the chance to see you, 

and they would bury me with you, 

the words I penned about you, 

forever with me, 

until I see you again on the other side.

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