Old girlfriend Dionne (from when I was 20) dug this out and texted me this picture of a little poem I wrote/drew her on the back of a business card. (Yes, we're still friends after all of this time.). Apparently, I used to be a romantic and charming fucker before New York City beat it out of me. That and some crazy girlfriends. And it seems I’ve always written like a 5 year old.
Let me see if I can interpret my secret code from back then:
- I am at the tree. (In reality, I worked at a place with the word "tree" in the name.)
- Just as busy as can be. (Ooh, clever me. A Coke can for "can" and an actual bee for "be".)
- I waiting for you. (Clearly forgot the "am" here. So ashamed.)
- To take away my ? (I think it's "blues" as it's slightly blue in color but I have no idea what the symbol is of nor what I used to make that blue color. Did I stab a Smurf?)
- And make me smile and be happy. (Look at that! Smiley teeth for a smile and yet another bee for "be"!)
Get me and my "a, a, b, b, a" rhyme skills! Oh, me.
I remember doing stuff like this for her (and other girlfriends) all of the time in my younger days. I wonder if any others have my treasure trove of poetry gathering dust in an old footlocker. Some day in the future, scholars will discover these amazing works and print a collected edition entitled "Love Juice: The Complete Works of Jimmy Aquino Trying to Get Some, Getting Some and Desperately Trying to Keep Some".