Our 'Thing' Poem by Lizelle 'Leasel' Martins

It’s crazy I know
I mean how could I
How could we
And yet I just smile
Cause you came to mind

I didn’t think we would make it
At times I just wanted...
To let it go
But something kept me holding on
And I still am

It’s weird and strange
We thought of what to call it
But nothing seemed to work
To describe our ‘thing’

But what is to define
What is to name
Cause we not one
We just trying
To make It work
Cause naming it
Defining it
Might make the unknown
Into what we have always known

© Lizelle Leasel Martins