Write It Down

I walked this land in a poem once. There was Ozymandias, toppled in the desert sand, a monument that had met its end, as all things should, when they no longer stand for what we stand for.

I met you before inside a book, the boy with the lightning-shaped scar, crowded into a closet by ignorant fools who were scared of magic.

I don’t know a lot of things I should, like how to change a tire or ride a bike or pitch a tent. I’m not the partner that you want on “Naked and Afraid.”

But if you want to have a coffee or grab a beer or count the stars or sit and watch a fire, I will join you.

We can talk about the places we have been, both the real places and the places we made real, in the quiet hours we held books in our hands and in our hearts.

We can talk about our own hopes and fears, the things we have seen that we wished we didn’t, and the lessons that we learned along the way.

I will listen to your story and you can listen to mine.

And maybe, just maybe, if you let me, I will write them down.

Thank you to Trisha Traughber for the prompt of “Why I Write.” I read to find myself in your story, and I write so you can find yourself in mine. To read more about the mysterious “Ozymandias,” click here.