Signing Out
There once was a time
when I used
to spend hours simply
writing me ..
With such subtle strokes
and those
elaborate lines, not to
mention a few
well-placed curves
here and there and the
occasional flurry ..
Which no doubt, made her
fall so very much, if not
madly in love with me ..
It was though
the dotting of I’s and the
lavish crossing
of so many T’s that finally
broke the poet in me ..
So much so in fact, I now
hardly even recognise myself ..