I write a poem and wonder
will anyone read and remember it,
and why I should care
when I won’t be there
to hear it sung.

I cannot promise it a long life.
The only thing I can do is
breathe into it
all the truth that is in me
so it can live on its own.

Or I could just forget it
and not mourn for
words unheard.
But for now I will
sing to it every day.

First published in Merion West (https://www.merionwest.com/tag/poetry/)

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