Old Poem, Age 24 (Edited)

[I had completely forgotten this poem and the event it refers to. At the time, I would not have thought that possible, so hard did it hit me. – Owen]

One night, you gave yourself to me
  the next night you had gone away
I do not understand
I do not understand at all

I still remember how it felt
  to be right next inside of you
I do not understand
I do not understand at all

The wine the bath the touch the kiss
  the hours spent in all of this –
The feel of you the sound of you
  the taste of your intention

One night I do not understand
I still I do not understand
The wine I do not understand
I do not understand

Another Old Poem, Written Age 16

I know that in relationships
I am no sort of whiz:
But please don’t tell me it’s not me
Because I know it is

It’s me that you don’t want to see
Or talk to anymore:
It’s me that makes you cringe
When I come walking through the door

Listen, I will not make scenes
I will just go away:
Although I’m me, I still have pride –
Just much less

The Lies I Have

The lies I have are full of dreams,

The goals I have are very far;

I cannot help the way I think,

You cannot help the way you are


But as the crocus floats in bloom,

You soar out where the sun meets sky;

And if I stare too long at you

My heart goes blind, and so do I

Old Poem, Written Age 29

I watched them laugh.
I’d loved her once –
But that was many years ago —

I’m glad she’s happy,
There, with him –
I know I never made her so –

The summer wind is all around;
It’s carrying their laughter –
The silence: that was us, before –
The music: that’s them,