Lose Such Things

We used to make out in shameful fashion
and it's some of my fondest memory.
I used to never sleep and I
learned more from all that loneliness
than the books that have since befriended me in swarm.
I used to catch cold, and not resist with tea
or honey, saltwater, or positive thinking
except, "you're welcome to leave, voice,
return as you please. I'll be waiting."

I'm waiting to lose such things again.

nov 11, 08