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When He Left

Poetry Sunday

When He Left

When he left
The poetry stopped
Just like that-
The words clammed up
The heart was a dammed and stopped
Sentiment (forget about love!)
Froze in the faucets
As if he was something
With merit and meaning
Instead of being
Just a common thing
In the grander scheme.

The heart was not amused
And so the muse fled
Presumably to land in a land
Where things retain their flow
And a change of…