A Useless Poem

She brought a cup of coffee
with a useless teaspoon
since I would take no sugar.

Next to us, on the table,
a really useless paper
from thirty days ago.
An eternity.

Useless flimsy silk curtains
failed to protect our eyes
from the sun
or the tears.

I gave her a useless white
handkerchief
which did not dry the wetness
of eyelashes
and only painted
sad black rainbows
on her lids.

Useless to say good bye,
for we knew.

Useless to say I love you,
for we felt.

She left.
She wanted me to fly
on my own
and now here am I
awake in bed
considering
my uselessnest to her,
the uselessnest which will
hold my baby bird
no more.

I wish I didnt feel
so useless
at trying to understand
why.

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