She loved my poetry,
           her notes were
                     good for my ego.
Later, she wrote
            bad poetry
                    of her own.
She kept up
           the correspondence,
                    it troubled me.
I hid out,
            her notes were unanswered,
                      still they came.
Finally, I heard she had won
             a poetry prize,
                      her notes stopped.
She had moved on.
          I missed
                   her attention.