“SOMEWHERE BETWEEN NOW AND AGAIN”

creativity comes
and i'm not around to hear it
creativity comes
and i'm drinking bad wine
creativity comes
and i'm looking into her eyes
creativity comes
and i'm not available to answer

but i always call her back,
appologize for missing her,
that it's my fault
and i hope, i say,
you remember what you wanted
to tell me

narrative poem written on 10-09-2018 by: on mattkane.com
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