Sometimes I cannot decide

who is the luckier one between us

You, in whose name I churn poem after poem

or Me, whom you continue to inspire

Then I smile thinking of my folly

we are both lucky

to have in each other both the cause and the effect

If I am the pen, you are the thought

If I am the thought, you are the seed

If I am the seed, you are the earth

and if I am the earth, you are the rain

If these spaces are our blank pages

our emotions are the ink spilled