To date a writer

is to let love flow through words
Never knowing how mere conversations
Convinced your soul to surrender

To get swooped by flirts at 1 o clock
From a regular meeting you reach cloud 9

It is to feel like Friday evening every time.
Awaited, adored, and preferred

To date a writer
is to watch dark clouds set in
just when you were perusing the sunny sky

To hear closing arguments when
you are still listing emotions

It is to feel like a broken shell on the shore.
Appalled, aghast, and scared to return

To leave a writer,
is to reach the end of your favourite book
It is quiet.
The silence after a roller coaster ride

You flip through the pages in your mind.
Through the tears, you form a smile,
“That sly, sneaky writer“