Every time I write a poem: my body shingles

These days I seldom write poems

If I make one,

I don’t know if it is

I write.

I believe.

It is.

Yes, I’ve studied them

But when the studying’s done

Is the day I forget

poetry 

And all is lost.

Everyday i make new ones.

Only to realize that,

I didn’t make any.

No, haven’t made one.

I think I forgot how to.

Really.

So, the next day I noticed

On my antiquated table

There it was,

The poem I made

In my yesteryear.