By Shadygirl   fading_shade@hotmail.com
Date: 10 May 1999

A Fool for Old Poetry

I remember your poetry
Before the dust bunnies
Stole your mind.

Articulate
Tender
Agonizing
Real
Like climbing through
An unintentionally unlocked
attic window.

I would struggle
Read on

And then you were gone

And so was your 
Inner poet.

So I guess I am the fool
Now that you're back
When I hand you
A blank black book
And expect my 

Poet Love
Old friend
Soul lover

To return and fill
Those empty pages
You have left so void.

I guess I am the fool
When I open that window
And stumble,
Unused to this
New arrangement.