dead things
When people leave the words you wrote about them stay behind.
Virgil, I still have that poem I wrote about you.
I am not done with you yet.
I never did finish it.
So what do I do with these words?
Do I use them to wipe my mind clean before I go to bed; so that I do not dream about you?
Do I give them to the garbage man?, say "here take these with you, they cannot stay here any longer."
Do I tattoo them onto my chest as some sort of museum for people to see? Call it "before you left."
How about this:
I will give them to the graveyard you left me for.
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Heart to Heart
PoetryCongratulations to our winners of the June 2017 Contest Heart to Heart, AmbergrisJane and Ajay-Kumar. If you could talk heart to heart with someone, what would you say. Check out the title page for rules.
