POEM STARTER

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

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

Talk to You

I can see you sitting across the room I could walk over Strike up a tune With my vocal chords As I speak to you Haven’t done that in a while Is now too soon? I think it over What should I do? The thought races round Urging me to- To do what? I don’t know My mind draws a blank And with a final bow, the thought was gone, Just like that
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