2021/10/28 #poetry Those lost poems that I hope I find, the ones I wrote on old computers, for school assignments, for sending to someone randomly one day, or even, dare I say, on a piece of paper, maybe I don't need them. Maybe if I did read them, I'd just scowl and thank the stars that I've come so far and stash them away where they would decay as I went forward to make more.
Or, perhaps I'd adore, cherish, and roar with delight at all I did right. Even try to publish if I might. Tonight, though, tonight I'll decide that if they reside in someplace where they've died, never to again come to light that that is perfectly alright.