I Would Have Written This Poem

I would have written this poem, but all the words grew feet. I opened MS Word, they turned and ran right off the sheet. I looked for them on Facebook. Not a word in sight. There wasn’t one on TV. Believe me, I looked all night. I checked inside the Play Station, I went through every game. They weren’t inside my iPhone, I texted every name. I grew tired, walked to bed. On the sheets I found a note. “Vacation in Mexico. We’ll send a postcard from the boat."