Monday, June 3, 2013

#oldpoem

here is your list of things that i can see
and it stretches for miles and miles.
last in line and last in queue, i have no
choice but to patiently wait my turn.
why must i make myself smaller so
i understand why you never come around.
take me out the equation, save yourself
the effort of calculating another variable.
there’s no difference, i swear when you see,

because the zero you took out was only me.

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