i saw your poems
scattered on the floor
one caught my eye
thought i saw my name
but it was just
another word
what a shame
you left in a hurry
and grew angry at
your poems
you called them
failures
especialy
the love letters
that's how they ended up
on the floor
of this now abandoned home
where some animals
and squatters
have roamed
the scattered poems stayed
in black and white
randomly in every room
but if you pick one up
you can see and smell the words
come to life
there's one with ocean
waves
crashing on a rocky
shoreline
with the salty air that clears
your sinus
another is about
the meaning of life
wow, that one is pretty
bright
i need to squint my eyes
can't even read what you
wrote
must be powerful stuff
a sensual poem
lies on the bed
looks like it's been crying
i didn't know poems could cry
whose tears are they
on that poem
i just had to come by
and read
your scattered poems
one by one
but i'll leave them on the floor
just as you left me
on the floor
crying
and maybe
one day a
poem will
turn up
-about me
