Discover Beautiful Poetry for Every Moment

This poem is not going to pretend it knows what you're feeling.

I know your name but not the one on your driver's license.

They tried to write us out of the story. Edited us to margins.

I woke before you and did nothing about it. The radiator ticked. Your shoulder rose and fell.

My mother carried me before I was a person. Carried me in the dark of her own body.

I know you're tired. I know the kind of tired that sleep doesn't fix.