Read me one of your
poems
She requests
Mine?
No! No!
That is not a good idea
I reply
Let me instead read you
a poem
I once read
Of an unpublished poet
I don’t exactly remember
The name of the poet
Crisp and short
It goes like this
In
the middle of a poem
A
feeling burns
Its
ashes stick to paper
Like
alphabets
Clinging
to one another
In
love
Sorry I forgot
That’s ok
Yeah
I got it
Like
alphabets
Clinging
to one another
In
love
Suddenly
Someone
reads the poem
To
someone
Forgets
the main part
The
feeling dulls
Words
fall off
In
a whole new feeling
New
ashes
Silence.
Oh! that is a great
poem
I really like those
images
Great
She says
Yeah
I love it too
The whole poem falls
off
Anonymously
And disappears
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