"If I keep writing poems about you
and no one ever knows that you read them,
are they still..."
“If I keep writing poems about you
and no one ever knows that you read them,
are they still self-indulgent?
I mean, a tree falling in a forest, right?
How do I tell the nonbelievers that love
only ever made sense in poetry, or
that our unraveling was one
of the most romantic things
that’s ever happened to me?
When am I supposed to stop talking about it?
How many ripples in the lake do I create
if I skip stone after stone after stone
and all of them sound like your name?”
- QUESTIONS by Ashe Vernon
and no one ever knows that you read them,
are they still self-indulgent?
I mean, a tree falling in a forest, right?
How do I tell the nonbelievers that love
only ever made sense in poetry, or
that our unraveling was one
of the most romantic things
that’s ever happened to me?
When am I supposed to stop talking about it?
How many ripples in the lake do I create
if I skip stone after stone after stone
and all of them sound like your name?”
- QUESTIONS by Ashe Vernon
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