Specific responses, to begging statements.Of sophisticated tones, or flat voices indicating.
Failed attempt at love.A little less, make me hurt.
How do I?Make her leave!How do we?Not us but me.
Can I fit her into the equation?How?I see the trees.A forest better than mine.I can't live for this anymore.
In reflection I sense shock.The surface blocks all that shines.
She is the surface now.She used to be what shined.But now the surface blocks all that shines.
Move a bit to the east, could you?A grace of her, I can not afford.What can I do?
Make me forget.How?Elsewhere!
What is the sum of 9 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.