Sometimes I have ideas for poems And then I lose them Somewhere between the generating of the idea And writing it down. Sometimes I start a poem whose ending I know, But somewhere in between Something happens And I lose my trail of thought I forget the ending And then discard the whole thing In fury or confusion Or a fusion of those two.
Is that what happened with you? Was I your brand new idea? Did you forget what we had? Did you forget to write me On every single notepad you have? Did you forget our ending? Did you get lost And forgot me, Somewhere in between finding me And writing me down? Did you discard me in fury or confusion?