"I'm Telling You Now"
By Taraclkjrk

She asked me the other day...
Why don't I mean anything to you?
What?
Not mean anything to me?
How could you possibly think that?
Of course you do.

Then why am I not in your work?
My work?
Your writing.
Your release.
Your passion.
Your ecstasy.
You let everyone see all this in your writing,
But I'm not just an everyone to you,
Am I?

You're not just an everyone to me.
Or just anyone.
You're special,
Not many are.

Then why am I not there?

He's whining,
And he doesn't whine.

Have you actually read what's there?
Have you read my 
Release, passion, and ecstasy?

What?!
Not only do you not include me,
But now you're accusing me
Of not reading?
Of not paying attention?
Not caring?
Not being there?

No. I'm just making you think
About something so ridiculous, 
Just like asking why you
Don't mean anything to me is so ridiculous.

Of course you do.
I'm thankful of you.
I'm proud of you.
I even love you.
Have I ever been able to say it?

No. It's rare that you ever say
Anything of the sort.
It's not even often that 
You genuinely show it.
Your writing is the only place
Emotions show through in the raw from you.

Then you see it.
I'm so glad because that might
Mean you understand.
All that is ever in it is you. me. I. she. he.

Who am I writing to?
Whoever reads it.
Exactly!
You'll read it,
But so will he.
So will she.
They don't need it to be
About my cousin Bob,
Or father Richard,
Or best friend Denise,
Or ex-boyfriend Harry.

They don't care about 
Bob Richard Denise Harry.
They care about you.
They are an I,
But it's all still coming from me,
So you're in there
Because you're in here.

She nodded her head,
And his face showed relief.
I was understood.
It was my mom.
It was my friend.
It was my cat.
It was my lover.
It was my husband.
It was my child.
It is you