Friday, March 31, 2017

I Could Have

I Could Have

I was going to write a
poem tonight about what
love could be and what it
cannot, about promises
and apologies that hang
in fog between hills and
roll across harbors, heavy
air that muffles all sound
but that of my own voice.
I had hoped to weave some
witty metaphors about love
without need, and need
without love, like anchors
without ships, and ships ...

well, you get the idea.

But it’s Friday. So rather 
than ponder this trite and 
well-worn path about the 
human condition, I took a 
hot shower and will paint 
my nails Sugar Fairy Grey, 
just like I did on Fridays in 
high school when I realized 
I enjoyed my own company.

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