What does it feel like to feel old
Does it feel out of touch
Does it make us bitter
I wonder if I ever felt too young
I could have made a difference?
I could ramble on about things that then mattered
But, I don't remember
I do, remember, how to take a breath

It has been a while since I touched you
I have had this terrible head that aches
The birds are now singing
The light was trying to make its point
I reached for a new lump of comfort
I keep two
One is fresh and smells so good
The other is not bad
Then I felt your face

I remember hearing about a way of writing a poem that was called free verse
Not so much about a poem as it was a style
I am pretty sure you weren't suppose to use punctuation and all that stuff … you were just supposed to ... type or write and let it flow ....
I just got up from my writing
Looked in the mirror

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U du 2
That wAS LAME
qUIT LOOKING at me
I wi;; kick your ***
Or maybe kiss you
Softly

Is this the worst that can happen to me
I think back
I think not
It is the worst that can happen to you
I think of you then I think of me
This is really bad for you  
Isn't it
Isn’t it
I am good for you … right
Right
Right
Right
I am good for me
Right
Right
Right
I know you are good for you
Right

Will it be dark or will it be light
Sounds of life surround me
Been here for a while
I cannot move
I hear the splash of a puddle outside
My room turns to a cool gray
I drift to there and then back here
I am thankful for my pillow

Others**
We sit with ourselves
We are who we are
We talk to others
We talk to ourselves
We need to remember
We need the others
We can’t find others
We can find ourselves