do you remember?

do you remember
my last poem?
“her“ was its name

writing about love
about what’s above
and beyond our minds
love in all forms and kinds
writing about her

she who is kind,
she who loves a quick glance
and little smiles
she who is beautiful,
she who admires everyone
and their passions

who she is?
she is me
quite literally
except i wouldn’t know
if i hadn’t stopped running
to you, to them, away from myself
all that i aspire to be
in the end
is me.