Beyond the Words

My Poem

My poem just walked out

the front door

like nothing

And, in a panic

I chased after it.

There it was—my poem

strolling down the street

telling anyone who passed by

things I never meant to say.

But as it saw me

sneaking up from behind,

My poem started sprinting

in the other direction,

Naked and all.

I gave up on chasing it,

went back home alone

and empty-handed,

Thought “just let it be”

I suppose I’m never going to get the chance to finish writing my poem.