Imitation Poem.

I think you are most yourself when we are alone;

Breaking silences with laughter from inside jokes,

The funny way you smile, your cheeks red and eyes gleaming

As though you are caught between joy and sorrow.

You are neither flawless nor imperfect

At understanding who you are.

You wouldn’t be the greatest friend, love

But you’d never be less than amazing.

I think of how different everything might have been

Had I judged you for the money, friends, habits you have

Your unreliability.

But I always thought I was drowning

In the icy distance between us,

I always thought your heart was moving too slowly to save me,

When you were loving as deeply as you can.