Love Poems Part 2
I’ll never really stop
writing love poems.
I’ll fling them to the stars,
send them out to imaginary angels,
write them word after word,
hoping that one day, one will stick
and not just be another wasted gesture,
another reminder of a heartache long gone.
I just hope my best ones are ahead of me
and not lost in the mess behind me,
a highway strewn with car wrecks,
broken and mangled bodies,
poems on paper burning,
sending ash up towards the passing storm clouds
floating over skeletons now lying
in the ever-expanding closet of my past.