If I was a forgotten word, Thelma,a word alone!a word forlorn!Well!If I was a forgotten word, Thelma,would a ‘dear’ it don,a severed echo,on its whetted thorn.Perhaps! No!or Perhaps! Oh!If I was a forgotten word, Thelma,lingering thusand lingering so,this one that one wonder Oh!Be at ease my dearest Thelma,for I am now,and the now am I,beContinue reading “Anonymous”