I’ll never know why

Posted on 2022/04/02 by Bartholomew Barker

For today’s prompt, write a second chance poem.

I’ll never know why

Why she stopped replying
to my texts and emails

It was probably something I said
since I usually say too much

Looking up on a clear night
joking about Virgo or Cassiopeia

I still remember the smell of her hair
the warmth of her hand in mine

But I don’t consider her
the one that got away

It’s probably for the best
I need lots of second chances

But maybe under starry skies
she sometimes thinks of me

and laughs

About Bartholomew Barker

Bartholomew Barker is one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry lovers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday Night Regular, written in and about strip clubs, was published in 2013. His second, Milkshakes and Chilidogs, a chapbook of food inspired poetry was served in 2017. He was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in 2021. Born and raised in Ohio, studied in Chicago, he worked in Connecticut for nearly twenty years before moving to Hillsborough where he makes money as a computer programmer to fund his poetry habit.
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22 Responses to I’ll never know why

  1. xobehindblueeyes says:
    2022/04/02 at 20:03

    I feel this whole heartedly 💔

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  2. JeanMarie says:
    2022/04/02 at 20:49

    Cute. We all need second chances, some of us more than others. I like the ending too. Sometimes I laugh too when I think of you.

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  3. ivor20 says:
    2022/04/02 at 21:05

    Why?? … I’ve no answer to that mysterous question ..

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  4. Cassa Bassa says:
    2022/04/02 at 22:20

    I love how the poem makes me feel, a sense of cherish the memories and content with now.

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  6. luvgoodcarp says:
    2022/04/03 at 07:54

    Nicely done – especially the conclusion. It’s open to many interpretations, and it’s entirely relatable.

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  7. yourplateormine967244485 says:
    2022/04/03 at 23:27

    I have a poem of similar sentiments, about a boy, one that l let go. But, this also reminds of Patsy Cline’s “Walkin’ after Midnight.”

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