There was a time
When we exchanged
Poems written day
Sometimes they were serious
Other times frivolous
But it continued for
Four years until an injury
Took place and the mood
Of the whole affair vanished
Now eight years later
I look and read the poems
And my heart breaks
Because it is over
What was so good vanished
Because of an unattended
Head wound and misunderstandings
About it and who was to blame
Chemistry and magic disappeared
Now it is a longing for something
Not likely to be duplicated
That is life. The story of mankind
Stanski
September 16, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 