joy found-Joy lost.

I shan’t write a poem for you…

But I already have-

Shan’t give you more than two lines…

I thought of you just enough to forget your number-

Sometimes your name, sometimes your face.

You have overstayed your welcome.

Leave now.

And stay…

entrapped forever upon this page.

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