Final Goodbye

I wrote in my poem Creases that I keep some of my old poems in a drawer next to my bed. Here is one of them, written (I believe) around twelve years ago. It has only been lightly edited for posting, including giving it a new title. It was written very much as a song, [...]

I Was Wrong

Another offering from my┬áBedside Draw. Probably written when I was sixteen or seventeen.   I've played things over in my mind And I see now that I've been blind I was struck dumb by your beauty I forgot to look inside   You plagued my thoughts for a week or two Ever since I caught [...]