unfinished

i begin

and

somewhere in the middle it just ends

i feel its incomplete

i set it aside thinking

i'll come back to it

the poem just sits in my notebook unfinished

the feeling isnt there anymore

i guess that was it way this one ends

years pass and i havent made progress

loose leaf paper crumbled tossed in a folder

tucked away in a bag

never to see the light of day again

until i feel like finishing

what i started long ago