I used to write poems when I was in high school. They lived on for a while in a notebook where I would reread them every now and again. I would remember what drove me to write them. I would remember how they just flowed, no oversight, no correction… perhaps no good.
I used to write poems in high school, and it always made me happy to reread them. There was some kind of magic there. Some grasping at the stars, some freedom and some confidence. Those poems were for me and not for you. Those poems were pure and they were true.
Maybe I’ll write myself a new poem. If I do, I won’t tell you about it. It won’t be for you.