#WritcoPoemPrompt121

Your notes,
are the only things I have,
Your words are like melodies that float Highland,
But the letters sometimes reiterate...

Your feelings,
are the only clues I have,
Your terms are like equations that make their answers,
But the numbers meet a zero...

I never met your terms it was a cypher I never felt,
I never got your game it was a play
I never staged,

Your terms hurt my life,
Your terms hurt my time,
My dime,
Your terms were a play I never staged...

© Jaya Sharma