Those Poems You Wrote Me

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I found so many envelopes I never knew I had
Apparently you gave them to me secretly
Over the summer
The last time we were friends


A compartment opened up on the gift you gave me
And dozens of burned CDs and even more pieces
Of paper dropped out
Gray, light gray, dull purples most of them


I couldn’t read your scribbled down words too well
But I remember a reference to Edgar Allen Poe
And I wondered why
Your writing seemed so much like Lowell’s .

Then I woke up