R. I. P. [NOIR POETRY 365]

[R. I. P.]

I think of that book 

[the one I wrote]

sometimes wondering

if reading it again

would make 

a difference

yet restraining

myself knowing

only too well

it wouldn’t

the words I wrote

were mine always

the ones you did

were never at me

except in anger

take your prize

& rest now

. . .