Found

I was looking through my old notebooks and found a random poem written in tiny cursive on a random page from my Fantastic Novels class in '04. There are no edits, no mistakes. I never ever write in cursive when I'm writing poetry, and I always edit my poems while I write them.

It creeps me out when I find stuff in my handwriting that I don't remember writing. I might have been high or drunk because of the odd sizing of the font and the lack of edits.

Herein lies
"The Mystery Poem"

in a rose garden or buried below your own house
the flowers will grow up bold and tall
and you will show yourself for years after
you have left us all here
without you

thoughts in a note we read aloud
and you make sense to me
I almost want to follow you
to those elysium fields
and forget about all the small
things we worried about.

as we fall down further
it all becomes more serious.
(flattered by life)
we forget about our own.