Nothing Conventional

I don’t

Remember

When I asked the world

For you

Was it that time I

Wrote three pages

Promptly

Scribbled it all

Out

Lead grey and

Shining

Flimsy paper

Wished for 

Things I must have known

Were not for me

Even then

You must be a

Gift

Ribbons and

Color

Aside

To make up for

Nothing conventional in life

And I suppose I

Am a gift to you

Too

For knowing 

There is nothing conventional in life