by Jeph Johnson
I keep busy writing
scribbling down anything
that comes to mind
hoping she looks towards me
to notice me ignoring her
she speaks:
"passionate"
she calls it
"his poetry"
but she's speaking of another man's prose
for she hasn't ever read my words
(at least not)
in the order I set them down
I've no doubt she's read them
re-arranged by another man's pen
You approached this subject from a completely new angle. From this perspective, your feelings became part of me as I read the poem. I felt the wistfulness, the longing, the twinge of bitterness. Excellent work! Pat
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