I've just written an anthology of poems
and scribbled out every one,
because each was so far from
their subject. No matter how many pretty
words I scratch down, they don't come close
to describing you. I could build a city
from the paper I've scrumpled up over you -
covered in sentences that tried to be true,
but couldn't. Because words can't sum you up.
They can try. I do try
to string them together in a line
that takes your form. But they won't.
All they can manage to do
is describe how hard it is to describe you.