If I were a poem

If I were snow

I’d leave before

my welcome

I out stayed

If I were night rain

I’d dry before

the coming

day

If I were sleet

I’d never freeze

but simply

melt away

If I were a lover

I’d never care

to appear

in that way

If I were the other

I’d never promise

to be more

than I say

If I were a poem

I’d never write enough

to give myself

away

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