How is it I existed before you came, my love

Life before you was merely an existence

An empty space being occupied by a ghost

Now that you’re here

Those days are but a distant memory,

I can barely recall

Your presence has seeped into my every orifice

Those empty spaces are now filled with your love

Loneliness is a thought that no longer occupies my heart

Melancholy is saved for rainy days now

Love is the sole occupant of my being

It is what wakes me up every morning.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean

6-21-06 … 10:32pm