Without Punctuation

I loved you…

Well, as deeply

as sixteen can reach.

You were letters,

kisses, and diary entries.

You were never a poem.

You were too shallow

for the depth of verse.

If I were to steal from

the archive of my memories,

you would only be months spent

without punctuation.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

NaPoWriMo ~ Day 8

At Real Toads Marian gave us these instructions:

Dear Toads, your challenge today is to write about the experience of falling out of love with something you have written, even when others like it and want to hear or read it. 

For me this piece is more about falling out of love with the thought this first love held any poetry.

Real Toads ~ Every Day I Write A Book