Tuesday, June 30, 2009

sundown

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

2 comments:

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.