All of us poets (if you will)
Write about certain girls
And of all the girls we meet
Only of them we wish to go on writing
There’s no forgetting
She’ll always remain
I do not love her anymore
And what I thought of her became stale
All of the sudden her face was no longer the same
And it became hard, seeing her without looking through her
What could she feel like—being a ghost?
At times I spoke of her (that girl I once loved)
Of the way she laughed or the way she slept
She always seem to remind me of the earth
In particular—she reminded me of autumn
For the rest of my life; it seems
The face of several passer-bys
Will remind me of that certain one
But I’ll bask only in the silence of her memory
She was beautiful
And I knew everything about her
She was everything I was not
Therefore I loved her
Now she’s a wilted flower
Now she’s the enemy of my sleep
Now she's that feeling that went away
Perhaps she’s died by now
Somehow my love for her changed
Into hate perhaps
Or indifference
Regardless—of her I went on writing
Elvis Lantan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-girls-fellow-poets-have-loved/
