He Asked Me to Write a Poem

Here’s the poem for Day 21:

He Asked Me to Write a Poem

He asked me to write a poem about him

as if though writing poems were the key to

fulfilling dreams. He thought I���d somehow

be able to do what fate couldn���t do. No line

of poetry can re-write history so no matter

how many poems I write, there���s no way to

resuscitate a person who doesn���t want to live.

Skeletons and ghostly apparitions stalk our dreams

and waking life too. That���s why I know poetry

will never revive what we two once had. But he

asked me to write a poem, something to soften

the edges of our jagged past. And since misery

loves company, I happily wrote this poem

in remembrance of a love that will never ever be���

again.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind