Teen Ink

   A crinkled piece of paper

bringing back the moments

and the needs

and the dreaming.



The smudge of ink

blurs the thoughts

and the fears

and the crying.



The browning stain

of the friend

and the pain

and the bleeding.



That terrifying night when you held me

with your words

and your laughter

and your listening.



The newly-framed photograph

bringing out the new feelings

and the new needs

and the new dreaming...Te quiero por siempre.





This poem is dedicated to a very special friend who already knows who he is. I just wanted to thank him for being there when I've needed him the most.