Regret

[sparklpoet]

About 2 years ago I wrote her a poem. Because she asked me to write something for her. So I wrote her a love poem. A gorgeous gem. Then things went sour. And over a year ago I erased said poem from all my blogs. Because it hurt to read it. A lot of poets/musicians... when they write something down they can separate themselves from the emotion. I can't, not right away at least. But now I remember that poem, how it really was a good one, initial subject matter aside. And I wish that I had it again. To post, to share. To jumpstart my muse. But I no longer have it. It might be stuck on my dead laptop, but that's no help. And I'm sure she still has it because she is sentimental like that. But it's not like I can ask her for it... "Oh hey, I still have your drill, your movie, and your sunglasses... Do you think I can have my love poem back?"

(xposted, I'm sure)