Author’s Note

Some feelings become difficult to carry once they stop being hypothetical.

You rehearse the words in your head, hide them in poems, disguise them as metaphors, bury them in “what ifs” and dream sequences—because saying them plainly makes them real.

This piece came from that space between silence and confession.

The strange place where fear and honesty start sounding alike.

Not fear of loving someone.

Fear of changing something that already matters deeply to you.

Because sometimes the connection itself becomes so important that risking it feels terrifying.

And sometimes love isn’t about perfection at all.

Sometimes it’s just about seeing someone clearly—and caring anyway.

— Rowan Evans

Just Knowing You Has Been Enough
Poetry by Rowan Evans

I went quiet,
but you never left my mind.

I was silent—
I had a lot to say,
just didn’t know how to say it.

I was afraid.
Scared out of my mind.

Everything I could have said,
it didn’t feel right.
It felt too heavy—
too hard to carry.

I had to set it down
for a while.

I had to sit with it,
the words only spoken
in my dreams.

Dreams where,
you never have the chance
to respond.

It feels wrong.

But I wouldn’t want to
speak for you.

It’s been this way
for a while now.

I get too in my head,
too hung up on
what I have said—

and what I want to say.

They aren’t always
the same.

I’ve dropped hints
in coded lines,
wrote the words plain
in poems about dreams—
knowing they’d get overlooked.

They’re not serious.

But know this,
the words written here
are me being honest:

I’m scared.
I’m terrified,
it’s true—
but I really do
love you.

There’s no other way
to say it.

Because what is love—
if not bias?

And I am biased.

Now what’s bias,
if not seeing perfection
where there is none?

Because I know you’re not perfect—
I’ve seen the cracks.
I’ve listened to your stories,
heard the lore—

but here’s the thing,
it’s not about perfection
or lack thereof—
it never has been.

It’s about connection.

It always has been.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted,
whatever shape that takes—
I can be happy.

Just knowing you
has been enough.

Journey into the Hexverse…

[The Streets I Sleep When I Walk]
“The Streets I Walk When I Sleep” is a deeply intimate free verse poem about recurring dreams, emotional connection, longing across distance, and the strange feeling of remembering places and moments that have never happened in waking life.

[Memories From a Life Yet to Come]
Some dreams feel less like fantasy and more like memory. “Memories From a Life Yet to Come” is a reflective free verse poem about longing, displacement, emotional alignment, and the strange comfort of recognizing yourself more clearly in dreams than in waking life

[Separate Timelines]
“Separate Timelines” is a surreal and deeply introspective free verse poem about emotional distance, time zones, vulnerability, and the fear of losing a connection that already feels meaningful before the words are ever spoken aloud.

If you’re interested in more poetry, you can find it here → [The Library of Ashes]