You set me aside,
Like an unfinished crossword puzzle
Whose difficulty level,
Proved too hard, to complete
Unable were you
To come up with the right words
To fill in the blank
All too black and white boxes
And with pencil in hand…
I become but pink eraser dust
Blown away with one final breath
Your page swiped clean and clear
No words written
Though the clues were given
I am gray matter, gone….
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