i begin
and
somewhere in the middle it just ends
i feel its incomplete
i set it aside thinking
i'll come back to it
the poem just sits in my notebook unfinished
the feeling isnt there anymore
i guess that was it way this one ends
years pass and i havent made progress
loose leaf paper crumbled tossed in a folder
tucked away in a bag
never to see the light of day again
until i feel like finishing
what i started long ago