I don't want to talk about what
happened at summer camp
(how many summers ago was it? five? six? seven?)
because you can't talk about what happened
at summer camp
we both changed
that summer
I never understood why
you'd pay attention to me, fresh meat
but you did and together we wondered
about life and our menial existence
about the universe and death
is there a god? is there an afterlife?
I was so sure there was a god
because there just had to be
something supernatural to create
a moment like that, a person like you
I don't want to talk about summer camp
I don't want to talk about you
I didn't want to go to summer camp
and if I never had gone
I'd never have met you
maybe I'd be a different person
than I am now
for better or for worse
but if I had never gone to summer camp
I'd have never appreciated the stars
or people, or the universe, or the meaning
of life and love and happiness
not like I do now
I wouldn't have wondered about the
importance of purpose
and I wouldn't have loved
you
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BURN (Wattys2015?)
Poetry"Poetry...is thoughts that breathe and words that burn."--Thomas Gray "Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." --Leonard Cohen Poems on the tough stuff in life. Poems on the crazy good stuff in li...
