here we go again
you made me write once more
though empty, bleak
static, I see comfort—I abstain

the night asked a question
"have your thoughts wandered?"
I stopped,
I stared,
I realized,
the night's blare
you made me write, once more

do you ever have
two poems
running through your mind
at once
and you can't decide which one to write down
and you cant write them both because they're happening
AT THE SAME TIME
and by the time you write one you'll forget the other
but the time taken to try and decide
makes you forget both

I woke remembering a kiss.

When you get old, if it happens,
like this, if you recall a kiss

like this one, I can't forget;
you'll know such things
do happen after
you get old. If you are lucky
or blesst with one such kiss
you do know:

there are kisses worth getting old to get.