Poets can write almost anywhere
And they don't care what their muse is about
Like, anything from his girly leaving him open to arrows
Or not carrying what comes out of his mouth
Just long as no one sheds a tear
Like I did when papy showed signs of showing his halo
Should I look at photos of you still?
Just because you don't like me for a moment?
What am I to do but only focus on losing you?