If You Still Read Me | Short Poem No. 114

If you still read me
Photo by Giulia Bertelli on Unsplash

If you still read me,
Don’t be uneasy to let me go.
I know that I wilted up long ago.

If you still love me, then let me go soon.
If time was life, then your clock has struck noon.
You have a chance to find better-than-me.
Before it is night. . .And you become keen.

Can I babble, like a man who is lost?
I haven’t read you as I turn and toss.

If you still read me,
Don’t be uneasy to let me go.
I know that I wilted up long ago.

The Setting Sun Moves On

© Jonathan Pines and WritingWithStrangers, 2019, except where noted otherwise. All rights reserved.

Author: Jay Bleu

“I started writing poetry but fell in love with fragrances. So this is my new blend. . .”

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