Author's Note: This is the beginning of my collection of untitled poetry - some were written a couple years ago but most of them were written recently. One poem per chapter. Happy reading - if that's what it becomes! Thanks for your time. Peace & Love.

-N

They always leave me
So I’ll just leave first.
It’s a petty little game
But we do play it
For in this world,
It’s hard to find
Your keep.
I best rid myself
Of all people I know.
Because my keep
Is always sold.

2003 -NB