His ink never stops writing.....

Pages and Windows
by Jessy Jacob (poem adaptation)

He writes�"pages upon pages,
No rest in his mind,
His heart bleeds ink,
Thoughts arrive unbidden,
Because his soul is crying.

Some used his heart
To clean their mess,
Some spent his money,
Some came for lust�"
But never his family.
never made him feel used.

So His wife�"

He’s shy to speak,
Scars stitched in silence.
What should I say?
Will she like my words?
Yet love aside,
He’s a master of conversation.

At night,
He visits my dreams,
Hugs me gently,
Never dares to kiss�"
Until one night,
He dared.
where then he knew:
I am hers.

I sleep with jasmine in my hair,
He sleeps beside me,
Waiting for me to turn,
To hug him back.

I wonder�"why doesn’t he touch me?
Is our love not beyond time?

I waited for you,

When you came with Dad,
Just to see me
Through the window.
I thought�"did he really come?

And there you were,
Saying without words:
“I’m with you.
Don’t break your bones�"
It hurts me more than you.”

I like whatever he says to me

Jessy Jacob