Remember me.

Last night, I was rereading some of the stuff I wrote when I was very young. I had pages and pages of thoughts, theories, short stories, poetry, etc. Somehow, between the poor grammar, the nonsense and the general illiteracy that comes with being a kid, I found my very first poem. It was the only thing I'd ever written that had was for a real person. A girl who was kinda my rival and my crush growing up.

I remember writing it like it was only yesterday. I remember struggling to make words rhyme, and having an even harder time thinking of a title. I ended up not giving it a title at all, and leaving it with the idea that it sucked and was unfinished.

Anyways, I decided to rewrite it in hopes that I could do it some justice after all these years.

Here's the original, spelling errors and all:

"I got lost and wanderd the road.
Bad sun, make it day.
Every thing lost its way."

Don't laugh, I was just a kid. Not even ten yet if I remember correctly. And believe it or not, my penmanship hasn't improved at all since then.

I stayed up all night thinking about it, and after a few drinks, I decided to see what I could do.

Here's what I came up with:

"Lowly, lost and gone astray.
Wayward sun, return the day.
Life lost deep in dizzy sway.
Lightless night, obscure the way.

Well, I wonder where she is today.

My friend, my foe. The one that got away."

The ending feels weak, but I think I improved it a bit. Still can't think of a title, but at least it's finished.

P.S. I looked her up and she's a junkie now. Life's funny.

- Jekyll.