ugly poetry by ugly people

the forest


i heard rumours.
some said he still wondered the woods
following winding paths and heavy streams
with his bike and a bottle,
id heard he would go alone and follow stairs and trails all through the forest
chasing green leaves and white reeds.
bathtubs and kitchen sinks.
do you think he did it in hope i would appear again one day?
tailing the shadow of someone who he knew was never coming back.


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