it’s only looking back
that I see that I seem
to have stopped
writing poetry when
I started writing songs
in earnest. it
wasn’t deliberate, and I
don’t know for sure if the two
are related, but the timelines
make a graph with the one in a
downward trend and the other
leading upwards.
it’s fine. I don’t mind
so much, but now
I feel silly yelling into
the void. it took over a year
after the last poem I wrote
for me to delete the app
from my phone.
I. deleted. the app.
from my phone. (optional:
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it was just
taking up space and
serving no purpose,
just a constant sad reminder
of who I used to be.
R. Brookes McKenzie 