One of the largest parts of life is looking for love, and that is what this poem is about. It isn't a love poem, however, it is a chronicle of my personal quest for love in my life. The first seven lines are from a children's nursery rhyme which inspired the poem. I am not certain as to the origin or title of the nursery rhyme.

We are all many things: students, parents, employees, consumers, friends - the list of titles is endless. But no matter what or who we are, no matter what life throws at us, we have to roll with the punches. This is a commentary on taking life in stride from the point of view of an inanimate object.

Every day I see myself passively permitting other people to control my life. When the line is crossed, society tells me to suppress my pain. This poem is about what comes from listening to the advice of the world at large.

Though I am not one who tends to apply sentimental attachment to people and places, there are some places that I have left behind in my life where very pivotal moments occurred. This is about one of those places.

Why is it that it always seems that things were so much better when you were younger? Whether there is truth in this impression or our perceptions are merely tainted in the process of reflection, this poem is about the desire to go back and relive the past.

We've all made mistakes, especially when we were young and honestly believed that the choices we made were for the best. When I looked back on one of the most turbulent times of my life, I realize that I hurt someone who was very dear to me.

But when so many years have passed, how can I go back and tell him I'm sorry?

I've heard tales of people suddenly realizing that they are in love with their friend. This poem is about the opposite of that experience - It is about my experience with someone who I knew as my lover and then realized that while our relationship would never work, I had found a friend I would cherish forever.

I wrote this poem as a companion piece to "We're Not In Love". After the relationship had ended with the man that the first poem was about, we became closer than we had ever been. We now enjoy a special kind of friendship that is very rare and comfortable. This piece is about our new relationship as friends.

I never feel comfortable in a living or working environment until I have personalized it with my own memorabilia - things that say "I am here, and this is who I am". But several years ago I found myself in a situation where I lost a large part of myself and one of my closest friends at the same time. When I began to reflect on my life, I began to realize that I didn't even recognize the woman who was displayed on the walls of my apartment and my cubicle. This was my response to that epiphany.

How many times have you found yourself in a situation where you swore you would never do anything to make you feel that way ever again? I wrote this at time when I had heard myself say "never again" so many times that the echo in my brain never subsided.