(I know, I haven't been making sense at all today.)
Here'se a poem I wrote a few weeks ago, doesn't rhyme, but has to do with the future (for me and my boyfriend)
Twelve Seasons have finally passed
It is you I am to see at last
I'm driving down the road
and curse at the address in my hand
'Maybe I'll just turn here'...
And then I wonder.
Just how much have we changed?
Does your voice sound the same?
Could you please tell me your name?
For I forgot it.
It's been too long.
I walk up the front steps
quietly humming a song
Then, an elderly woman answers the door?
"Is he here?"
"No, child, he is long gone."
It is you I am to see at last
I'm driving down the road
and curse at the address in my hand
'Maybe I'll just turn here'...
And then I wonder.
Just how much have we changed?
Does your voice sound the same?
Could you please tell me your name?
For I forgot it.
It's been too long.
I walk up the front steps
quietly humming a song
Then, an elderly woman answers the door?
"Is he here?"
"No, child, he is long gone."
Wrote this one falling asleep. Looks quite messy on the piece of paper; I didn't have a light.