SAVED

I read your poem today
And it saved me.
It saved me from
Writing it down myself,
On the back of an envelope,
To read it again and again.
It saved me from
Running and fetching a pen,
Something hard to write on,
And grasping for words,
Words pegged on a pully,
Moving through my mind.
An accelerated pace.
Hard to grab.
Hard to see.
Your poem saved me