Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis

Maybe I Never

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Well, since I just got home from a very very long class, let’s just call this a freewrite, because that’s all I had time for.
Maybe I never
loved you.
Maybe I loved
Indiana or the long
drive that separated
me from that town,
that loneliness.
Maybe I loved
not being

Maybe I loved
those long drives
with my roommate
through Illinois.
Maybe I loved
how I used to
write poetry
about those drives.
Maybe I loved

Maybe I loved
that you called me
Maybe I loved
that you bought me

Maybe my
of love was too
to really love you.

Maybe it wasn’t.


Written by Ashley

February 12, 2009 at 4:23 am

Posted in Poem

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  1. i like it, but ims urprised at its love poemishness


    February 12, 2009 at 4:49 am

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