when that last sun setslife 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
2 comments:
This is my favorite thus far, more for what it doesn't say than for what it says.
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.
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