Of the nights I spent in love with you
I could write all day
though hindsight has seen fit to show me
that it was never quite that way
so I’ll pretend I’m not in love with you
and then there’s nothing left to say.
I’ve been sifting through old notebooks. Getting back to the basics of what I know to be my own voice as a writer. I’m really lucky that I have any of these notebooks and bits and pieces left. I had found part of this poem in something else that I had written and I hoped that I still had all of it somewhere. I’m very glad that I did. I’ve rewritten it. I wrote it for my husband, Jess, before he was my husband. I don’t know if I would have become as much of a poet were it not for my love and longing for my man. I don’t know where I would be without Jess.
I’ll find my way as a writer.