Oh I've been poking at them since I've been here
Enlarged to alarming levels, how they got there is unclear
They hurt but I don't really feel it; fear
Your memory is still here my dear
Ever so fading but remain it does
Yet I cling to you, soft as velvet fuzz
I pour my wine, hoping for a buzz
But it is instead an addiction that forms, just because
I wonder if you remember me, how could you forget
I know our memory was one if passion, but don't fret
It meant something, to me at least. You aren't someone I'd neglect
Return to you I eventually will. A clear prospect.
Oh but they sting you know. These three.
Perhaps a spider came to visit me.
Perhaps I angered a bumble bee.
Three angry fleas?
I no long run and fill myself with despair.
I love I seek, I give to me.
For you put that on you isn't fair.
But I do miss you so that's why I'll be.
I'll be leaving you three bites.
For your troubles, for mine, and for ours.
12:22
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
