oh man

she writes that she don’t like

how I write about her

& I didn’t like

how she was last time we met

her planting flowers

after I’d travelled hours

just to go see

but no

I’d had it in my mind then

to throw my lot in with her

but her flowers that day

were more important

no time space to talk

so I left tail between

thinking oh ok

maybe I’d had an escape

travelled the hours back

thinking in sadness

& there’s been

not a word no sentence from her

except for now

she don’t like what I write

& I don’t care can’t care

anymore about that

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