I should write my own poem,
not copying from a book I found on his shelf.
I tried.

But, I can’t find the right words.
Cold wind fills my mind.
I can’t think of anything else.

What should I write?
Names I’d rather forget?
Stories he can’t tell?

Can I just quote his favorite guy instead?
Those are beautiful poems.
Would be easy to do it that way, right?

But, it doesn’t feel right,
because looking through the pages,
I found something better than to quote.