immanence

I was going to write to you to tell you this poem was for you but then I realized that all of them were always for you, even those I wrote long before we met.

I was going to call you and tell you that I saw a man on the street today who could have been your twin but I think it was probably just an elderly Chinese lady, because everyone reminds me of you.

I was going to stop by your house to tell you I love you, but I decided to shout it quietly into the air instead knowing you'd still hear it since you are everywhere.