I’ll write one hundred different poems
Just until you’re gone
Some of them
Sobbing
Some of them songs
I’ll speak of you in flowers
While we never speak at all
I still see you in color
when black surrounds my walls
& give you the me
That wants to learn to learn to golf
I learn to love the me that let’s go of you
all of the you that lost the ball
Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 4:40 AM UTC
I’ll write one hundred different poems
Just until you’re gone
Some of them
Sobbing
Some of them songs
I’ll speak of you in flowers
While we never speak at all
I still see you in color
when black surrounds my walls
& give you the me
That wants to learn to learn to golf
I learn to love the me that let’s go of you
all of the you that lost the ball
