Poems about men

About men,
Men that left, and men that stayed
And those that left again

Men that I didn't see
That could have been, and never were
And those I wouldn't let be

Of such men
In turning past pages, I see shadows of,
I see them inked time and again

And see the jarring lack of mention
Of people that loved me still, of memories bittersweet
Of memories lived and left unwritten.

And the irony of it, when
It dawned on me, is that I had a poem and
I had written one about men again.