Pretender

I was pretending to be a poet,
to find you
for I felt a warm breeze of rumour
that you lived your pain in a labyrinth of words
floating like  an ephemeral phantom
between  fiery verses of your own 
and dark corners of strange rhymes
as if under a sorcerer's hushed spell
my fate hurtled toward your tempest
now that I've found you
I can stop pretending
neither poet nor storyteller
all I am is a man
writing with ink possessed
in hope you lay eyes one day 
on words pregnant with your name. 

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