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
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