My poem is unspoken
It’s made of morning dew
Melting slowly when the
Temperature rises
I don’t have to explain
Water dynamics to you
But if you come across it
If you ever read a word
Forget all about it
It’s not by me, it’s not for you
No one has ever said a thing
I haven’t heard a single drop
I haven’t felt anything yet
About you
Then what am I even doing
Why am I even writing
When there’s no one here
To read
I am not writing, you’re just dreaming
It’s time to wake up and
Forget everything
When the temperature is rising
I don’t have to explain
How to start over new
