I wish I could get them back

I know that somewhere out there, there are lingering poems from the Summer of 2001. The summer that changed my life, my direction, my vision of humanity, my vision of who I want in a companion, everything. It’s just too rare for me to walk away from an event such as moving to Quebec that summer and not write- it wouldn’t have happened.

trouble is, there is no evidence that I wrote at all. I reflected, certainly, on that summer later that fall, but only out of a relapse of depression. There was nothing there that went unpublished, according to my website records. And yet I feel a piece is missing.

the only way to correct this is to take a nice refresher, il y a trois ans, et ecrire quelque chose pour que je peux etre proud. I need to find those poems, even if they haven’t been written yet. because life doesn’t change 180 degrees so often that one can walk away and not notice. or at least not document.