2nd Day Of National Poetry Month

 when i read poetry

by shahid ali

i think of how you'd always say

he died too young

i think of your face 

when i see the cat at the bookstore

because you lost your's 

and i remember how it broke you

i want to lay in bed with you

reading poetry by dickinson, and frost

until our eyes close from exhaustion

leaving traces of sadness and love

in the pages

i want to know what you smell like

i want to rest in you

i have a feeling you are only a fleeting star

to add to my fading constellation

-but i want to love you anyways