Until I Met You

I didn’t consider myself a writer until I met you.

You were all scruffy hair and spectacles

at the end of your nose,

all classic novels

and 20 cups of tea

to keep you going

your tap, tap, tap on your writing desk

with your ink-stained finger tips.

I inspired you, you had said


and I clung to this long after you had forgotten,

Your gentle smile and freckles and your one armed hugs


wrapped myself in your wool jumper that winter

jotting down pencil words in messy notebooks,

with sore fingertips on typewriter keys,

I am certain,

I wasn’t a writer,

Until you inspired me.



5 thoughts on “Until I Met You

  1. Hi tinarosepoetry. I am still trying to find myself! Writing is my passion that keeps me sane and alive yet I do not consider myself a writer but observer of life in this crazy virtual reality society! Thank you for wanting to follow my poetry adventures! Like all things Paranormal! UFO’s! Conspiracy theories! Take one day at a time! Great to meet you.#ThefoureyedPoet.

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