CreaseA Poem by Jong Schrijver
The folded note
Atop the drawer Goodbye she wrote And nothing more Why did she go I wish I knew And I don't know To whom she flew I sit up crying Reread that note Inside I'm dying Like a sinking boat No way to forget Yet I still try Sometimes I regret That I don't know why Like a bird without wings I thought my life was done Even though the pain still stings There's times when there is none But I'll never fully forget I'll look at the note and see her I always thought we were set Before that crease in the paper © 2010 Jong SchrijverReviews
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