The Rediscovered Pages of a Book We Have All Read Before
To those of us who have found love. Whether or not we keep it.
Unfortunately, I liked this poem. Unfortunate because I wrote it about my ex, the mother of my child, who has brought me misery to no end, even now that life has moved forward on its path. I feel almost ashamed for feeling so happy in those naive days when I did not yet know what she was.
(2008)
