Us Poem by Reuben Woolley

here I am
alone in a quiet room
writing these words
in a diary I never keep
here in December
writing in May
so
obviously
time is not a significant variable
the when of these words
can be safely ignored
but somewhere
there's you
not here
somewhere else
so place can be factored out as well
it seems the only important things
are this ink
on this paper
and your eyes
on these words
your head
my pen
your thoughts
our words