EXPERIENCE
I have walked now and then in rain,
Walked until the road gave way to stones.
I have known a thing or two of pain.
I’ve returned home alone at night
To rooms that don’t speak back to me at all.
I have stayed up late without a light.
I have watched the half-moon disappear,
Watched until the frost benumbed my face.
I have seen the seasons of the year.
I have left warm, pleasant rooms for plain,
Left without a word explaining why.
I have known a thing or two of pain.
NOTES: It’s a cold, rainy night in the Pacific Northwest, and I’m stuck miles away from my honey. It seemed like a good occasion to dust off this old poem.
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