As One Poem by Sandra Feldman

I breathe poetry,
Live poetry,
Am alive thru poetry,
All by myself,
With no one to share
This piecing love,
Within me
As if I were living
On a distant planet,
All by myself.
But my love increases
Day by day,
And if one day
I have nothing to say,
Nothing to write
Nothing to live for,
I will go away
Silently, miserably,
Hopelessly,
Because poetry and I
We were born together
On the same day
By some magical
Undeserved favor,
And, by the way,
Love is also born
That way.