“dear poetry king,
i don’t know if you
will answer us back,
but i just thought i’d
write this to you now.
i wish i wrote it before
you left, but i guess i
waited a little too long.
i just wanted to tell you
that your words meant
the world, and i’m glad
that you put them out.
i know how passionate
you were about these,
and it made you happy
to put out poems, even
if no one looked at them.
i don’t really believe
you’ve left, but if it’s
true that you’re gone,
i hope you know that
your words made us
happy. your bravery
was wonderful, and
i hope some day, you
come back to poetry.
you are worth it, your
work is special, and
i hope wherever you
go to, you just keep
doing what you love.
long live the poetry king.”
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