so long ago and yet so yesterday
you were here and then you went away
and a little piece of me has died
i’ve lost count of all the tears i’ve cried
so long ago and yet so yesterday
i still remember what i didn’t say
all my dreams broken
by words unspoken
so long ago and yet so yesterday
i cringe to think you’ll pass my way
because life is not a theater set
there’s no easy line and no sure bet
so long ago and yet so far away
i dream a dream and come what may
we’ll get another chance
to dance
But I doubt it
(Decemeber 10, 2010)
One Minion's Opinion 
For a moment there, I thought you were getting all wimpy on me, but the last line got a chuckle out of me. 🙂
Yes, it’s absurdly emo and I probably wrote it late at night when I should have been sleeping.
It’s good to see the emotional side of you. Besides, you needed to get it out. It’s a fine way to do it. I wish I could.
Yeah, when the mood strikes. I’ve always found poetry an easier outlet for my creativity than short stories or the like. I keep meaning to retry nanowrimo but there hasn’t been a story idea in my head worth fleshing out. I found all the notes I made the year I did that, though, and feel like I should rework it properly, join a writing club and get decent feedback.