Tom Hennemann

If you could please accept this mail Dear John
It may or may not make things fail, Dear John

Opportunities only exist in retrospect
So there is no need to come off the rail, Dear John

First lose all, then lose that loss...
The writing on the wall wasn't in braille, Dear John

Like a doll, red-mouthed and nude
I could never be your female, Dear John

With a deflated longing that couldn't be blown up
The signs were pretty tell-tale, Dear John

The going's not so bad... it's the letting go...
So please, just remember to exhale... Dear John


TOM HENNEMANN writes, “I am a semi-retired book dealer that travels up and down the east coast of Australia in a campervan, catching the sun and surf, and reading and writing poetry."