I haven’t written full length poems lately. Upon reading about the open mic by a spoken word poetry group, I thought about the ideas I have yet to translate on paper. The first one remained a collection of words and phrases that can hardly be called a poem.

Prior to writing this post, I thought of completing the poem. I added a few phrases. Then I stumbled across a .txt file entitled Oblivious. The file was created last February 20. In the file I saw a short poem:

You sat there listening
As I unraveled
My soul
Piece by piece
I was tearing
From your heart
Bit by bit
It has been four months. I’m not oblivious anymore.

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