i wrote a sad poem before bed last night

but i read it and realized
i didn’t want to have to be sad
in the morning
so i deleted it
but
when i woke up this morning
i was sad anyway
didn’t know if it was
because i deleted it
or
if i just woke up sad
that happens

so i went to the trash
rooted around for it
when i found it
in the heaps of discarded thoughts
and momentary
emotional distress
i realized
it was where it belonged

so i wrote this instead

sometimes we are sad
for a perfectly good reason
others
because that is just what it is

it wasn’t a very good poem
neither is this

and i’m still sad