A Love Poem by
Judi Suni Hall

When did you
last write me
a love poem?

He would never ask
he is too gentle
kind, patient.

It is the blank page
that mocks me
challenges me
asks when, when

Perhaps I will
after our walk
or tomorrow
before we bake.

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