How to Not Write

Late that night
I was actually writing about you
I started off with, “you intrigue me”
Because I had so many reasons
I really did
But I ended up just smiling.
You are that park bench on a warm Sunday
I can do nothing on
And still feel like everything,
Utterly and absolutely everything
Is still happening.
You intrigue me
And because I may never really know you
You always will.

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