At tonight’s event,/
you can wish I was in your/
party, partying.
Or
Tonight, at dinner,/
At tonight’s event,/
you can wish I was in your/
party, partying.
Or
Tonight, at dinner,/
A friend wrote me a thought flow / poem through email. When I didn’t receive it, she said “It was dumb, anyway!” (actually, it was brilliant… as usual), to which I responded:
In the writing world,/
there is no dumb poetry,/
just thoughts unexpressed.
I can’t change who you/
think I am, or who others/
were. I can just be.
I love connecting./
She doesn’t. Dealbreaker? No./
It makes progress tough.
Always look past where /
you are landing to see what/
dangers lie beyond.
When you make mistakes/
and get no response, just hope/
and trust you’re not done.
Old songs, sung with deep/
passion and feelings, make no/
sense in new contexts.
What’s your limit? Your/
magic number? When you reach /
it, how will you know?
“I shouldn’t say this,”/
she smiled contentedly, “but/
that’s the best ever!”
She gave him some things to think about.
Before they were certain. Now there was doubt.
So he said goodbye,
And left her to try
To finally figure things out.