Last Poet Writing
How ya been?
Haven’t read anything from you in a long long while
Really do miss you – your words always made me smile.
I’d call you – but I can’t get a human operator any more
I’d write you – but too afraid it wouldn’t be delivered to your door
The numbers and address’s can’t retain in my brain
My memory loss is driving me insane.
Now lately I find myself going out only in the rain
Pitter patter, Pitter patter – what does really matter?
I always thought you’d be the last poet standing
Always demanding- Always damning and yes – always slamming
Slamming my ego to pieces
You knew the right words to say
Very late at night or in the heat of the day
You could be so kind
It’s like you could read my mind
I’d have to read your poem over many times
To fully grasp and to underline.
The words you write. . . . . . . .. sooooo. . . . . fine.
How ya been
Really do miss you
Here's hoping you miss me too.
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