MayPoWriMo 27

Tonight I choose to remember the me 
who almost thirty years ago stayed up 
all night as the weather turned to summer 
writing songs ten at a time on loose leaf 
paper the tunes only known to my mind 
at the time if I saw them now I’m sure 
I could sing them sometimes even the words 
come back to my senses as I’m loading 
the dishwasher thinking of what I will 
write this night before I fall sound asleep 
those songs still exist somewhere on paper 
waiting in their way singing to be sung 
the pencil faded but still legible
places I left myself incredible