I bought you this card;
it was blank like my love.
I didn’t want to commit
to a date I couldn’t recall.
It might have been a first
kiss, no
anniversary, something
about a cat we rescued. All lost
in the slurry of our years.
So, I copied some verse
from another card
to be thoughtful.
It reminded me of someone
like you. It was as broad
as a medium cold reading,
or FBI profile.
There’s a little bit of everyone here,
perhaps even you.
it was blank like my love.
I didn’t want to commit
to a date I couldn’t recall.
It might have been a first
kiss, no
anniversary, something
about a cat we rescued. All lost
in the slurry of our years.
So, I copied some verse
from another card
to be thoughtful.
It reminded me of someone
like you. It was as broad
as a medium cold reading,
or FBI profile.
There’s a little bit of everyone here,
perhaps even you.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson


