A Poetry Prize

A Poetry Prize

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.