Early Stuff - IV

I am guilty of not keeping up my postings for you, dear readers. No one to blame but myself and a serious case of writers block.

I dug out another little bit of poetry from the old floppy I'd found and decided to treat you of this gem I came up with when I took my first steps of taking writing more seriously. Without further ado, here it is. From early September 2002.

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(For Mike)

This Poem Begins With You

And Ends Without You

This Poem Begins In The Lobby Of A Hotel.

Actually, It Began Right Here.

But I Liked That Line.

You Were There, Talking To Your Sister,

About me,

Sending out Signals Of Interest.

Now You Are Gone.

And I Am Here, 

Talking To Your Sister,

About You.

And About sending out Letters.

That Are No Interest To You.