All of us poets (if you will) <br />Write about certain girls <br />And of all the girls we meet <br />Only of them we wish to go on writing <br /> <br />There’s no forgetting <br />She’ll always remain <br /> <br />I do not love her anymore <br />And what I thought of her became stale <br />All of the sudden her face was no longer the same <br />And it became hard, seeing her without looking through her <br /> <br />What could she feel like—being a ghost? <br /> <br />At times I spoke of her (that girl I once loved) <br />Of the way she laughed or the way she slept <br />She always seem to remind me of the earth <br />In particular—she reminded me of autumn <br /> <br />For the rest of my life; it seems <br />The face of several passer-bys <br />Will remind me of that certain one <br />But I’ll bask only in the silence of her memory <br /> <br />She was beautiful <br />And I knew everything about her <br />She was everything I was not <br />Therefore I loved her <br /> <br />Now she’s a wilted flower <br />Now she’s the enemy of my sleep <br />Now she's that feeling that went away <br />Perhaps she’s died by now <br /> <br />Somehow my love for her changed <br />Into hate perhaps <br />Or indifference <br />Regardless—of her I went on writing<br /><br />Elvis Lantan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girls-fellow-poets-have-loved/
