Write

This is what happens when I write.
The page is filled.
My head,
it's still
a fight.
A fight.
I write.
These doodles flame and
burst
my name
and yours.
You're gone.
You're dead.
You are.
This is what happens when I write.
I cry
and beg
and plead
and say
a picture's worth
in lost-loved gaze.
This is what happens
when you blight.