i’m going to write a poem that isn’t about you. i’m going to write a poem that doesn’t talk about how you made me feel. i’m going to write one that has a beginning and end; one different from ours. one without an abrupt end and a heart racing start. one that won’t mention the whirlwind of our love, the interlocking of our fingers, and the loss we felt. a poem without that. how hard could that be?