yoU love heR still
and why you do not know
thoughts of her traVel in circles
across the wild rivers of your
minD;
the day is a distraction.
a distraction from her:
shE leaves signs of her existence
EVERYWHERE
I'm not sayin' that everything reminds
yOu of heR
or that she is a representation of EVERYTHING...
I'm merely saying that she leaves traces
of her importance
in even the most seemingly unimportant
places
and it can be comforting
in an uncomfortable way.
I think I know you better than you,
because the last time I saw you
you were with her
and her was with you;
you girls are meant for each other.
---THE END---
*AUTHOR'S NOTE* In no way is this poem
a sign of disrespect towards anybodies
sexual orientation,
-Trampled Willis "The Grass Cutter."
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