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There are poems in here
but they won't come out.
I hear them whispering
taunting
tempting.

There were poems in your eyes
in your smile
I hear them singing
serenading me still.

"Oh tell my heart it is not so
your long farewell
your short hello
what did pass was quick, too quick, to go
Oh tell my heart this is not so..."

There's a poem there.

Here,
I offer you mine
These words on crumpled paper
calling themselves alive.

And if you laugh
I'll turn and say
it was only
a little poem.


Posted by Meg