0117: YOU BEFORE I.

Date: 5th of August, 2025 Location: Madeira, Portugal A Note To The Runners: ⁠⁠⁠⁠Get my book here.⁠⁠ Join The JL Mentorship: ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠Fill out the form here.⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Buy me a coffee here: ⁠⁠ My go-to order is a long black. Poem: I desperately tried to write poetically, Something, anything. Observing my words, It was apparent poetry had left me With ease, And no need for it to be extracted achingly. I listened to the echoes of the ocean in rockwalls, Mumbling two words of Portuguese to A leathered man on cobbled stone Surrounded by zucchini flowers And fresh figs, whitened with stretch marks. All day I wished for the sun to stay longer And in those wishes I found poetry. It didn’t need to be written, Simply it was lived.