You were far smarter than me
Though you always denied it
You were so refined
And knowledgeable
You loved art
And every facet about it
You'd ramble on
About the fine making of statues
And the history of busts
You could write essays upon essays
About gothic architecture
You'd wander the museum for hours
Upon hours
I bet
If security let you
You'd stay there for days
Weeks on end
I tried
So hard to understand
I was fascinated
By your own fascination
Maybe
The reason you left me
Was because
You were smart enough
To know
I was no good
For you
But even after you left
I still wandered the museum
For hours
Even if never enjoyed going there
I was just waiting
Hoping
I'd run into you
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Leaving Behind the Endless Fields of Corn and Soybeans
PoetryEveryone has that one place in their heart. The two will always be connected, whether they love that place, or hate that place. My place? My town? I love it, I hate it. I've left it behind. This collection of poetry is about the place, the town, tha...
