by Dan Bornstein
This is pretty much the only poem I've spontaneously written in my entire life, other than corny and meaningless pseudo-haikus. No, I don't think it's particularly profound or anything. Breakup, depression, yada yada, etc. and so on. Whatever. Oh, I never sent it to the girl in question. I kinda hope she'll run into it at some point, though.
Will it ever end?
All these things I can't make myself forget.
For better or worse, I'm stuck with them.
Every time I drive down Gough, or
Peek in on the kitties at the shelter,
My mind cannot help but recall
Your face, your presence, your companionship.
Must be that I'm really, really stupid, eh?
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