I am really proud of myself.
I wrote a poem yesterday.
The second hardest poem I think I've ever written.
I can really get in the groove when I write about people.
And I believe I have really come a long way.
With so much farther to go...
But why can't I write about him?
Now...
To the man who isn't home to me...
Why is it that I don't feel enough camp fire in my ribs
To cough up the same sort of flames from my fingertips?
When it comes to writing about you...
What am I missing?
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