A Failed Poem

And now that I put
my thought to words
I know that this poem
has already failed,
again.

Perhaps one word should suffice,
Alexithymia
scrawled across a scroll
or chanted with repeated frenzy
but that is no way to capture
the way
you make me feel.

Your gentle reassuring smile
does not just reveal white teeth;
it soothes me.

Nervous energy is the stuff of
nerves—I should know
but you put all that energy to
ease like a happy baby’s fart.

See, how words have failed again,
the quest was to find one word that
could say it all, but one did not do,
neither could two or three & now this
failed poem continues
unrelenting,
trying not to fail this poet
who must write you a poem
about how you
make him feel differently.

In the end,
there is just one word I need
to say it all
but it has not been found.