Poem

Write me a poem, will you?
I will hang it up my wall,
right besides the paintings that I made
for you, which you did not want.

Write me a poem, will you?
I will keep it in my diary,
between the crumbled pages of stories
of times that are now history.

Write me a poem, will you?
I will keep it by my bed,
besides the empty photo frames
that I took with me when I left.

Write me a poem, will you?
I will keep it under my pillow,
right beneath the creases
where you used to rest your head.

Write me a poem, will you?
I will keep it in my mind
which is now adept
at keeping occupied

Write me a poem, will you?
I will keep it in my heart
and throw out the rest of you
part by part.