Somewhere at the back of my drawer, behind old pens, forgotten business cards, random keys and odd papers, is the crumpled bullet point list describing my dream partner.
I love that everything about this poem show items that are neglected. The second line just scream of occupation/work items: pens, cards, keys, paper.
But even the description of the speaker's dream partner is in a bullet point list.
The speaker seems to have forgotten their "dream", and what was important to them once in their life.
I love that everything about this poem show items that are neglected. The second line just scream of occupation/work items: pens, cards, keys, paper.
But even the description of the speaker's dream partner is in a bullet point list.
The speaker seems to have forgotten their "dream", and what was important to them once in their life.