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For the very first time


Back when I broke up with The Ex, I wrote this poem. Unlike most of my stuff, it doesn't rhyme and it was never intended to be put to music. It's not my best work, but just a reminder to myself that some good things came out of that year. It's basically chronological of the year, with only some poetic licence taken.

For the very first time

When I was 28
I had my heart broken
By someone I trusted
For the very first time

When I was 28
I was in a car crash
And I suffered whiplash
For the very first time

When I was 28
I had to move a house
Rather than just a room
For the very first time

When I was 28
I moved in with a girl
Had a female flatmate
For the very first time

When I was 28
I travelled overseas
By myself with no plans
For the very first time

When I was 28
I saw a live sunset
Over a west coast sea
For the very first time

When I was 28
I saw snow on the ground
And falling from the sky
For the very first time

When I was 28
I glimpsed glowworms in caves
And touched real stalagmites
For the very first time

When I was 28
I sat by a calm lake
And wrote in my diary
For the very first time

When I was 28
I laughed through jet boating
And white water rafting
For the very first time

When I was 28
I learnt to ski on snow
And how to surf a wave
For the very first time

When I was 28
My place was burglarised
And my stuff was stolen
For the very first time

When I was 28
I learnt how to play darts
From a friend of my friends
For the very first time

When I was 28
I discovered myself
And was happy solo
For the very first time

Listening to: Augie March - Sunset Studies

4 Comments:

Blogger verbs said...

Very nice.

3:06 pm  
Blogger OLS said...

*blushes* Thanks.

- OLS

3:43 pm  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lovely stuff. Simple, but elegant.

- David
(metalcity)

11:22 pm  
Blogger OLS said...

Awww... I'm getting all warm fuzzies now.

And I probably needed them. The reason I posted that poem was because I've been seeing quite a lot of The Ex now that I'm living with T&S. It's so easy to remember the bad stuff when he's around, that I'm trying to remember that some good came out of our break-up.

- OLS

8:44 am  

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