another s****y poem about a girl who made me sad for a day or two. kind of.

the poems

i'm writing here

today

yesterday

nov. 5, 2009,

 

I will keep them with me always.

I wrote them

on the fire

you gave me.

 

you gave me the click clack.

you gave me a way

you showed me

where i had buried,

my very will

to fight.

 

of course,

you left me to find my own shovel.

 

thank you,

for reminding me

how to do this.

 

I hope i gave you something.

anything,

to remember

as fondly

as i will remember

these poems,

 

or,

 

at least a good story or two

to tell the next guy.

 

make him a little nervous.