I wrote a good poem once. It ran away I think and I never even got to name it. I don’t even know it’s gender (I don’t know if it even had one, it’s just that you know, in today’s society things get crazy).
I even put up posters on websites in the form of other poems trying to find it.
I even looked in libraries to try and find clues what it could’ve been about. It wasn’t soft and cuddly I know that. It might have been a bitch.
That poem meant something. I know I’ll spend forever looking for it. It had some kind of answer I know that to be a fact.
I really fucken miss that poem.
I hope it’s not dead.