Transbay bus paper scratches

The beginnings of so many shattered poems
struggle to find what gave them birth inside of me
so that they can finally be complete
so that I can finally let them go.

When the only things left are memories of the joy we shared
and your silence
there are no new words
to paint love fresh.

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