time travelling

inadequate and plain

I contemplated writing you a song
because I liked to sing when I am
riding my bike and sometimes
when I’m riding my bike, I think of
you, because it’s a good time for thinking.

But I’m getting real hesitant about this
writing songs for people crap (writing poems
for people, writing letters to people – maybe
it’s just people) because later on I think that it’s
unlikely that they’ll write one back.

Yet, all the same, you might as well know I
wanted to, write it, that is – this folky, plinky
tuneless thing, the chorus of which let you know:
that I liked all the pretty things inside your heart
even if none of them were me.

Categorized as musing

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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