POETRY COLLECTION

No words, but a song

Right now, I sit here

Under this tree at the park

With you, my guitar

And sing quietly

So no one will hear

Just you and me

Because now I can sing it

You were walking

By this tree where I sit

Playing my guitar

You sat next to me

And I was silent for a while until

You took my guitar

And played just one simple chord

I looked down at the grass

Too embarrassed to say a word

Because I always was

You told me you wished you could sing

Like a bird

So your music

Could have company

I said—you should play

—Serenade, because—I can sing to it

So you are

I know the tune, but not the words

So I’ll make up my own—

Because I never knew the words to anything—ever

There was a girl

Who I had known since I was young

She was my best friend

But she never knew it

And I never said it

Because I never knew

How

All my life I’d felt that way

But never known how to say it

I was always got toung tied

Or sweaty palms

Or a nervous tone

When I tried to tell her

Because I never knew how

She’d always be my best friend

The only one I’d have

I just never knew

How to say it to her

I said nothing

About the way I felt

Just because

My life never began

Until our mothers introduced us

My life never started till I was two

She lay in her cot, and though I was young

I knew

I knew we could be friends

Someday

Her second birthday party at the park

On the grass under a tree

She mashed her food in my hair

And giggled until our mother’s came to look