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last hurrah

by Melissa Gammill
he says he tried once
to write a poem
-began with "i love"
ended with "you"-
but she never seemed
to understand.

that was his first
last hurrah
to the poetry world
his last reply to heart
for the ink ran dry
his hands grew cold
and her memory
never fled.

tonight
he sits with empty pages
flawless white
edges clean
draws nearer to desire
hoping somewhere
she still reads.



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