practice beauty

before I went to bed,
I made you a poem.
And I thought:
I should write this down.

I’ll forget it in the chaos
of the nighttime business
of dreaming.

I won’t forget,
I promised.

But I woke up today, remembering
only I had promised you I’d write.
And not what went unwritten.

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