The title for this project and this blog was taken from a piece written line-by-line on links of construction paper form a 140-line poem (and one long paper-chain).
- call me beloved
- and say you’ll never leave.
- I’m reaching out to you the best way
- that I know how, in the way
- that I live day to day
- and think from moment to moment –
- fragments and pieces
- of something intangible but real.
- I’m trying to explain, in pieces,
- how heartbreakingly beautiful
- and real it can be, and why
- I want to share it all with you.
- this is a poem started on paper
- and written across swatches of color,
- flashes of light joined together
- to make something beautiful.
- this is a poem about moments,
- this is a poem about you.
- it’s about us, and about how
- I wake at night with the pale
- glow of traffic signals shifting
- from yellow to red to green,
- back again and back again –
- fingers of light through the blinds.
- it’s about how I wish you were here.
- this is a poem about how I don’t
- write anymore, instead I think. it’s about
- how I’ve made a hobby of staring out windows
- while I invent lines in my head
- about falling in love with everyone
- that I meet, then counter-poems
- about how they are all not you:
- about how the library clerk isn’t you,
- about how the barista isn’t you,
- countless people on the sidewalk,
- not you, never you –
- about how I can love everyone
- yet I love no-one but you.
- it’s about how there is no such thing
- as an empty chair wherever I go
- because you’re always near to me,
- about how I like to lock eyes with you,
- now a figment of my imagination,
- and I’ll dare you – imaginary you –
- to call me beloved,
- to say you’ll never leave.
- I can live with a dream
- if it means you’re with me
- when I’m the most alone.
- this is a poem about disappointment.
- this is a poem about worth.
- it’s about how I could be better,
- how I wish you knew exactly
- how I feel, and it’s about how
- I know that you do. it’s about
- how we stay up late on the phone,
- the silence speaking volumes,
- neither of us having anything to say
- but I love you. I miss you.
- this poem is about missing you.
- this poem is about waking up
- disappointed, because you
- were with me last night,
- and it was as real as I could hope.
- this poem is about how you felt
- in my arms, how even in dreams
- the feeling was right. this poem
- is about how we fit.
- it’s about being terrified, and
- tethering myself with love –
- it’s about how clearly I can see
- your eyes, your smile, how
- I can glean glimpses of our future.
- it’s about how I know we’re happy.
- it’s about houses and apartments,
- dinners and holidays – and it’s
- about how nothing I imagine
- in the future is clear, except for you:
- the ever-constant, ever-beautiful
- ever-beloved, my fiancée, soon my wife.
- it’s about moments where I realize
- I’m loved, I’m loved, I’m loved
- and the thought rushes inside of me
- and lights my soul up as bright as the sun –
- it’s about how you’re still my sunshine,
- about how you keep me,
- keep my world warm and golden.
- this is a poem about questions, ones
- that I never have the answer to –
- it’s about the beautiful mysteries,
- like waking up to your face,
- the sudden pulse of emotion when
- I see your smile, those very questions
- I don’t need an answer to.
- why question something simple
- and sustaining? I wrote this out
- for you, put the pieces together
- so it will stretch out in flashes
- of color and you can see what
- flows through my mind, it’s
- about love – pure and simple,
- it’s about the future but mostly
- it’s about right now, and how
- right it feels, it’s about the ring
- on your finger, how all I need
- to be satisfied in this world is
- to hear you say “I love you,”
- for you to call me beloved
- and never leave. this is a poem
- about songs on the radio,
- about going on gas runs
- sophomore year in your
- periwinkle blue Volvo, and
- how you called me funny for
- dropping anything and everything
- just to be with you, just to watch
- the trees rush by, to hold your hand
- on the gear shift. it’s about how
- I knew I loved you. this poem
- is about how we fit, how I feel
- I was made for you, how you
- were made for me, it’s about how
- I don’t write anymore but each line
- is just cascading off the next, links
- in the paper chain tumbling on
- and on effortlessly. this poem is about us,
- our life, it’s about what I want for us –
- screaming song lyrics out open windows
- hand holding and gentle kisses
- forever, because that’s all I could ask for.
- I want our life, our love
- to be an adventure. I want you
- to keep me writing, tying
- the moments down onto paper
- so that someday I can describe
- this feeling, though I’ll try now:
- as necessary as breathing,
- as simple as laughter,
- as important as life itself –
- this is how I love you.