I write a lot of these poems about you
But I can’t send them to you
Strangers see them and they relate
But I can’t send them to you
Why can’t I?
These poems are too personal
They would make you acknowledge the obvious
You don’t want to go there, yet you want me still
So I don’t force the issues
Of what once was and still breathes fire
I just write for my audience
They help me carry the torch that you won’t light anymore
