[This could have been called, “Old Poem, Written Age 25,” but I chose to retain its original title, even while heavily reworking the content. – Owen]
a few weeks, all it was, and yet
you linger in this air –
your presence was reality
and more than everywhere
the past is gone, they say, and so
i should just let you go –
but you were my first happiness
and it’s still all i know
and now, life’s fallen by the way,
and so much seems a waste —
and words we say seem fake, next to
the world we touch
and taste
Very nice poem..
A great, very inspirational poetic idea … I will go back to that distant past and re-examine it. Thank you.