Short , like our trust
I can't even find comfort
In the wriggly mind of a poet.
A lost lifeline
Reducing the seductive embrace of words
To a few miserly tidings,
Aphorisms.
Promisingly put in the middle of a blank page
Disappointing like phantom lover
Haste. Noisy. Missing.
Giving me no solace or thought
Meaningless , like the love we hoped
Only a poet could cure.

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