And then we broke up
so what did I do?
I read poems, hundreds of poems and each one,
even the one that was like a bird
and even the one simply about words
in each one I found you.
A beautiful new,
sad
painful you
and each time I read
(I tell you, I tried to go to bed)
a little part of me died
a little part of me
no, I don't want it to rhyme.
But my tears wasted
my poems wasted
my words and thoughts and wants wasted
I should have shown you more poetry
before we were through.