Forever

Given pages and perhaps enough practice
Less a few false starts and miss-led lines
Given enough distracting thoughts
Perhaps I could write of you forever

I know today, nearly two years gone
You have little idea the difference
You made to my life

Nearly two years on
I know I’ll never get the chance to tell you
But I’m writing this, in blue lead on plain paper
So that one day you might pick up a book
With a familiar name, and know