Tuesday, June 30, 2009


when that last sun sets
life looks like
everything i didn't do
the world
a collection of every place
i never went
all the people i never called back
not at the bedside
all the women i never approached
not crying
when i go

the what's left
in the last lingering light
the me
seems not so much

this is not true

this is true


cygnoir said...

This is my favorite thus far, more for what it doesn't say than for what it says.

Doug Hagler said...

Heh. Don't feel obliged to pick a favorite - trying to do this every day and trying to do it around the first thoughts that come is, I am finding, leading to some deeply mediocre poems.

That being said, this is probably my favorite so far, so I must say, you have excellent taste.