I did it. After eleven o'clock I wrote a poem which was well worth the final hours of the day. It's not finished but there is enough there to continue with tomorrow. Earlier at about six I wrote a simple song. Here are the words.
Today I'll not miss you,
and I'll not write.
I will not think of you
at times tonight.
Who am I fooling with this short song.
One day without you is too long.
Today I will miss you,
my new best friend
and I will think of you,
and I'll pretend.
