A Poet’s Love
Poets are loved
But not like a poet loves
Eyes of souls not yet born will paint stories from my poetry of a love that I never had
For I gave everyone the love I’ve always wanted
And preserved it on parchment and ink for proof that I existed
There are no writings of the pain of my absence because it is not missed
No secret pleas to the stars to bring me back
People don’t miss me, I stay too long
And linger hauntingly after