DON'T FORGET TO WRITE

"Ok, then...I'll be
eh...off!"

says the poem awkwardly.

"Thanks for...like...bringing
me into....em...being!"

it shyly says

not really knowing how
to say goodbye.

"Think...nothing
of...it!"

I hear myself say
in a blase way.

Me!
At a loss for words.

Funnt that!

Sad we have to go
our separate ways.

"Well, my time here is
...done!"

the poem almost cries but
doesn't.

Tears in its eyes.
Tears that can nerve

...fall.

I kiss it
with my voice

the many-headed audience
all ears.

"Make me proud!"
I whisper to it

as it leaves
my mouth.

"Who was that
masked poem?"

the audience gasp.

I blow the poem a kiss
the audience thinks it's for it.

"Don't forget..."
the poem throws over its shoulder

now very
very far away

". . .to write!"