No Poem

There’s not a poem in me tonight
Not a single, creative flare
No rhyme, no spark, no hint of love;
I’m lost without them near.

It must be that things go first
with time; we change as often
as leaves; we change
and forget what used to be;
we change not knowing/

And that would hurt
if we knew it.


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