Because Poems have too many Words
February 15, 2005
“Stop necking and go check your mailbox,” Alysia said, with a cigarette in her hand.
I guiltily untangled myself from Laura’s arms and ran outside in the rain towards the Fred Nichols building. I looked in my mailbox, dripping with rain and excitement, to find that Alysia made good things happen on Valentine’s day — she gave me things I once lost and a love poem.
I spun around the room, put the poem in my pocket, and ran back to hug her. Her poem (which is still in my pocket), goes like this:
Because poems have too many wordsI like you
A lot.
See you soon?
Yes!
Posted by Tudor at 08:27 PM in Friends & Lovers | TrackBackBest poem written by anyone, e-v-e-r Alysia (who is also the best knitter, ever), brilliant! She can make anyone smile like a 5yr old with jellybeans.
Posted by: Laura on February 15, 2005 at 07:30 PMWell, you sure moved on quick.
Yes, mercilessly even.
But wonderful things happened so suddenly and beautifully (there’s such lovely tension in the air), that now I’m overwhelmed, confused, and happy, happy, happy.
Posted by: Tudor on February 16, 2005 at 11:43 AMmisery may produce art, but happy produces more happy, which is just that much sweeter. hooray for happy!!
Posted by: red on February 16, 2005 at 02:58 PM