There's a place I know.
I cannot go there anymore.
There was a time I knew,
How to tie my shoes off the floor.
Please come to me now.
Please come teach me how
to grow old. Older anyways.
There's a boy I knew.
He simply he grew over time.
I once owned dog.
Quiet as log, but mine, all mine.
Please come to me now.
Please come teach me how
to grow old. Older anyways.
2 comments:
I really like this! though it feels sad somehow...
it reminds me a little of Francis Bacon and his dog Buddy, though Buddy wasn't quiet, I miss your Francis Bacon stories!
My favorite lines (though they make me kindof sad) are
"please come teach me how
to grow old.Older anyways."
it's a beautiful poem.
I'm always entranced by your words.
This is so haunting and it feels so quiet and slow and sad, and it makes me sad. But I like it. A lot.
I started writing my favourite lines, and it turned into re-typing the poem.
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