stopping and starting

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.

dreams

I dreamt that you died, and
you were really nice
to me right before – which
should have been some kind of a
giveaway, shouldn’t it –
and in the dream I wanted to cry
but I couldn’t.

I kept trying to find
all my old poems about you
to show you that I loved you
but I couldn’t.

and it didn’t matter anyway because
you were already dead.

then I was playing a video game
and I thought you
would have liked it.

I guess it’s like the song says:
a long time ago
we used to be friends, but I
haven’t thought of you
lately at all.