What Was (Draft 1)

What Was (Draft 1)

Oh if you wouldn’t hate me anymore
I’d love you like I did
just because I remember

Oh I don’t know why
we couldn’t be alive
with the frolic and
the mild tonic

Didn’t it seem mellow
such a gentle pillow, when

didn’t we lay down
in the meadow of forever

I thought so, but

you never call me anymore
and I think you’re gone

and I don’t like forever,
I don’t like never

— Douglas Gilbert