i
wrote
a new poem
earlier

it
was garbage

except
it was
about me
loving
you

and
this one
is
just about
me
writing about
writing about
loving
you

like
the earlier one
i trashed
was
a premonition

it isn’t as if i stopped loving you

i just stopped
enjoying
it
being
the only thing
that
gets me
through
the day

but it seems to be
the only
goddamned truth
i have

so take this salty ode
to every ode
being
about
you