POEM STARTER

‘And with a final bow, the thought was gone.’

Write a poem about a fleeting thought, ending with this line.

Bow

I started to bow but he cut me off. Please don’t. I feel awful making you bow. No it doesn’t I replied. You secretly betrayed everyone and pretend like it didn’t happen. His face fell. I leaned in and whispered But you know too much. So I will stay silent. Just know that if you do anything out of line I have the power to end anything I choose to I do not love you And with a final bow, the thought was gone.
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