I cry a poem for the last fall
when
a bottle of date jam was opened
a can of toothepaste was gifted
a lump of weed was thrown out by mistake
a midnight was lost in the reflection of the moon
almost
when
a sigh was lost in the veins
a memory was washed out with soap
a journey was interrupted
a poem was written and corrected
crying a poem over a poem
written and forgotten
almost
standing by the road that went nowhere
without a head, thinking thoughts
playing cards with a deck incomplete
writing the editorial on inconsequentials
the fall came and departed
almost
