This is Not a Poem

I have spooled thoughts of you

And shove them to the side

Saying

“Non-entity”

But I find myself now

Unraveling the threads

Of text messages

And conversations

That I labeled

“Non-sense”

I heard rumors

Dressed in humor

And we dismiss them

 “No comment”

You laugh at them

and you squirm

with indignation

you say

“No way!”

I laugh at them

And I squirm

At your indignation

And say to myself

“No chance”

I dismiss the rumors

With humor

Dragged a Cat by the door

And say

No more

Today, I unraveled the threads

Of messages and moments

And found

No hints

Like in 500 Days of Summer.

I’m looking back again

And see hints of

No interest

And so I write these lines

springing from whatever 

thoughts

or maybe from that spool 

and i label it

"Not a poem"