"How Little Doth One Know"

Below is a poem I wrote on July 28, 2010, which happens to be my brother Billy's birthday. Three years ago on that day, my family left for Isle of Palms, SC to celebrate Billy's 40th birthday. It was a great trip, but I finally realized that a past relationship had truly concluded. Needless to say, the trip turned out to be rather introspective.

Brandon and I became regulars that week in the Banana Cabana where we creepily stared at the hostesses and drank cheap beer. Brandon also somehow got on stage with some members of Hootie and the Blowfish the last night in the Windjammer and played drums on "Gin and Juice."

I walked a lot that week, wrote, smoked lots of cigarettes, and drank lots of beer. But looking back, it was fun to be that emotionally vulnerable - lots of bad memories, but lots of good ones as well. It was a unique experience. On a side note, I also met a girl named Alex who now hates me. I have a way with women.

Anyhow, here is the poem.

How Little Doth One Know

It was this day - three years ago
when I was torn apart
I knew that you were finally through
prepared for a new start
It's odd remembering how I
had lost all my control
Alone I walked wishing I still
had access to your soul

It was this day - four years ago
before the tables turned
I could have ran, avoiding all
the troub'ling things I learned
Yet here I sit in twenty ten
and still I've no control
I pondered then, still ponderin'
How little doth one know