I thought of it while I was lying in bed
not yet sleepy,
but sharing the same schedule of
waking and sleeping
as that of my loved one
the best ever I think
not rhyming
no real beginning or end
but the middle part was clear
direct
better that those three words so overused
I and love and you
I considered creeping out
climbing out of our lofty bed
the creaking stirring her
her already sleeping
and so I repeated it over and over again
in hopes that in the morning I could rise and
write it down quickly
I found myself awaking to the alarm-clock
her already awakened
us both climbing down the ladder
her to the bathroom
and I to a pen and paper
scribbling down words in effort to remember
but it was an already forgotten poem
a love poem already forgotten
———-
January 15th, 2003
This is the second of a series of poems generated by my viewing my website statistics and search strings. This one was created based on the search string: already forgotten poem love poem already forgotten
