Once Your Fool
An April fool
twelve months out of the year.
And it’s been a full calendar year
without you in it.
Empty spaces
take up my planner now.
Devoid of you and me
and all the plans
that we made together.
You’re gone, and what’s left
is just empty spaces
Does your name lay
along someone else’s
planned-out days?
Is their planner
surrounded by hearts?
Or was that just mine?
Is it written forever
in ballpoint pen?
Or carelessly penciled in
haphazardly
as a second thought?
Pencil means
subject to change.
Is she just waiting
to erase your name?
Waiting for something better,
someone better…
than you.
Just remember
my poor fellow fool,
I cared enough--
when you were mine…
to use
permanent
black
ink.
Nearly two years ago, on April 1, 2021, I decided to try ’30 days of poetry.’ This was day one and the prompt was ‘Fool’ and this is what came of it.
Copyright © Courtney Hubbert | Year Posted 2023
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