i dated a poet once

she had gold hair
and burning eyes

she loved me for
a while

we moved very quickly
some storm of events
and madness
that youth and ignorance
dirtied its fingers with

and while toiling in the grass
to plant a tree
some final, sunny day

i remembered
she asked me

"why can't you be good to me?"
the moment i left her

but the tree didn't grow
some guy ran it over with a mower
for 8.75
an hour

and my love didn't grow either
if you love someone you'll
let them

pleased to read you.

You're still a gift to this world, man.

Nice to see you're still here and still writing. Still here as in on Mingle, not as in on earth, though obviously I'm thrilled about that too, refer back to first statement.

Missed reading your stuff. Always makes me smile. This didn't disappoint, of course.

PP...me likes man, me likes.