Free Write - "Tonight I Can Write."

The repetition made the poem what it was. No definite structure. Example of it's uncommon structure, 

"I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long."

This period within the poem brought it home for the reader, or listener. Mostly anyone who made the mistake of letting one go, and thinking about it days, months, hours, and minutes into the future. The writer speaks his mind. Even the poem title speaks his mind. He writes what is hurting his arm, his arm writes it down on paper. Sometimes you write the most wonderous things when you fell like so. 

I see it being in a movie, the faint back noise - same man's voice - as someone heads out to a normal world - where no one know this. Just reality - no lose - business.