I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
Friday, January 8, 2010
Engaged
I wanted to write a poem for you
because you're sad,
one you'll never read or know,
but one that will stay here and age,
an unremembered reminder of ends
and beginnings, of
growing old, and
staying the same.
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