I write of you
Not for you
Neither for me
Not even to wander
Nor wonder how you are
I write of you
Not for you
On a Saturday
In the breezy morning
Before the moonlit night
Beneath the stars
I write of you
Not for you
Instead looking up
At the thatched roof
With three brick detailed
Triple stacked chimneys
I write, I write
I write, not of you
Not of you, not of you
Neither for me, not for me
Not on a Saturday
Instead I’m looking up
This is a poem from Vagaries:
Love of The Key to Room 149
