Some Days

August 19, 2002

There are some days that I think
back on the long days of teen years.
And there are some days when
all I can think about is you.
I wonder about the way it seemed real.
I wonder about how attached I was.
I think about summer sun,
and there is a moment in time
that stands out the most.
In a school hall, holding tight
to a skinny body, wrapped
in a green trench coat.
And wrapped in such a tight net
of comfort and hope.
I don't know why I think of you now.
I don't know if it was real.
I only know that had that time
not happened for me,
I would not be here now.
Small things bring it back.
Though I won't change things
and I can say I don't regret
anything that I've chosen since the end,
I do owe a moment of gratitude to you
so that I could go on, and not
hate all men.
You were the only one that
saved me from that particular bitterness.