Only one small poem To make everything right; It's not to show them Any burden is light, Rather a sudden wish To deny I'm foolish. I may lack the will To close a chapter, I linger on. Still. Describe you thereafter, Count words like moments, Imagine your comments. I may badly miss Your candid direct speech, Commas gone amiss, Paper needing bleach, Handwriting so edgy, The ink - all smudgy... But I've got one small poem, Worth more than a whole book; Only mine, never meant for them. A short lifetime is what it took To see it is not an excuse - The metaphor of you is my muse.