a bit better · An odd sort of Poetry

about people

I used to write more about people,
not just people I knew,
but strangers too.
I don’t remember why I stopped.
Somebody has to write about these people.

And if I don’t
maybe they’ll disappear
into nothing,
without even my small small words
to keep them living
in their small small ways.

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