Tiny Little Poem

Today I wrote a tiny little poem
Of how a former lover caught my eye,
And now I’m by myself and all alone.

I’d not have raised a pen if I had known
My lady o’r my shoulder she would spy—
Today I wrote a tiny little poem.

I wrote of things that lovers only know,
The rhymes of times we never said goodbye,
And now I’m by myself and all alone.

I could have kept her memory for my own
But what’s a poet’s pen if it must hide—
Today I wrote a tiny little poem.

I dreamt of accolades for gifted prose;
A poet’s place in heaven for a night.
And now I’m by myself and all alone.

I turned the page and wrote another poem
To wipe away the hurt she feels inside;
Today I wrote a tiny little poem
And now I’m by myself and all alone.

— Dean Hall