Why

Why don't you write poetry anymore?
Why don't you give away your secrets anymore?
Why aren't you funny anymore?

Ah,
here in this hot summer afternoon,
as I look for comfort in
a cold slice of watermelon-
I think, this moment is mine.

I've given you everything
before.

Everything is too much.

So,
this unbearable summer heat
this slice
this moment of comfort is mine.

All mine.

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