Old Poem, Age the Day I Proposed

If you need magic, all the time,
I may not be the one —

But if working hard at it – every day – means anything,
I’d like to be considered for
The position of us

(Besides, you are magical enough for two people)

I know many love you,
But somehow I doubt
Anyone could love your craziness
Your passion
Your curiosity and intelligence
Your strength
Or your hair
Quite like I do

You are the best song I’ve ever heard,
The best story I’ve ever walked in on in the middle,
The best friend I could ever want,
And the best person I’ve known, period

(Even when you are smiling at me upside down)

Take this journey with me and we
Will see the world
Be the world
And free the world

Or maybe we’ll just
Grow old,
Make pizza,
Watch movies,
Throw popcorn at each other,

And watch the sun set and rise
Over 30,000 days and nights
And the 30,000 different ways
I will find

To love you

Old Poem, Written Age 26

When I was just a little boy
A certain prayer I said;
To shield me from the scary things
Before I went to bed

I hear the words, but cannot find
What I felt with that prayer:
If I should die before I wake
I really
Just don’t


(“Old Poem, Written Age 26” – 10-20-1988)

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

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,

Old Poem, Age 20

The seventeenth time I fell in love
I learned important things:
Like how to know when times are good,
Or how to hold on when I should,
And how betrayal stings.

And so I sit and retrospect
Love’s slow and secret climb:
And realize enough to know
That love will come and love will go
An eighteenth time, a nineteenth time…