There are many poems that I really enjoy reading; however, every so often, I come across one single poem in particular that resonates with me. It will describe how I feel so accurately that I might have written it—I might have carefully weaved the words myself. It will describe us so perfectly that it just might have been written for us, as though all the time we were together, someone had been spying on us.

This poem will root itself deep within me, awakening parts of me that have been dormant since you left. A flood of memories of the past and hopeful imaginings for the future will flood my mind. My breath will get caught in my throat; a blush will form upon the surface of my cheeks; my hands will tremble pathetically as I think of you, and of us. My voice will quiver so much that I will just go quiet and allow the silence to swallow me whole. Then, even the light emitted by the stars will become blurred together every time I blink at the sky.

All of this will be the doing of one single poem.

These are the poems I read for. They make me feel alive, for I can never get through them without tears building in my eyes. If they truly resonate with me, the tears might even end up spilling over.