I would love to be the written
Immortalized in story
Yet I remain
Unwritten
I have written so many
Does anyone want to write me?
Maybe I’m best left unwritten
My throat closes up when I think of it
But If you make a mistake
How should I be immortal?
When I write you
I cannot feel for you
So now,
Feel the rain on your skin.
Nobody else can feel it for you.