This poem was written circa 1996 and updated at some later date, dealing with looking back at a crush I had in highschool. Like most such young crushes, the actual infatuation was with an idea in my head. One that "died" when I finally woke up.
Melancholy adolescence, In sunset golden days I joke about now, What night was trapped there, In you or about you, To cascade down as stars Rhythmic to the sound of fog? We both laughed all alone And green why's died, Never able to Carry me further Because I think I know, Maybe even knew, past-tense, the whole- Time. Give me a moment I loved you all wrong. She died in seasonal migration; With hearts in smart breast pockets, Plaid and checked with the Round sound of far. Jeans and dreams and all smiles And sighs. I have loved her all along.