Dayn Schulman

I Only Write at the Start and End

Removed and impartial,
You sail away,
"Good-bye", you say,
eloquently.

So I write poetry,
Jumbled, unplanned and
Easily forgotten,
Unsaved.

I only write at the
Start and End,
Never in between,
It's ending.

You have someone,
I don't,
You want to be alone,
I'm starving.

I am far away, happy
With new people,
No one knows me,
Or you.

I have left you,
So long,
Do not come for me,
You won't.

You smile, and
Say, "it was fun"
For you,
Maybe.

Go along,
Drift with the tide,
Blue water
Is murky.

 

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