This poem is related to the piece found in the “Oh Well” post. This current poem is just a musing on the situation before it fell apart. You know how it goes, you think about those pleasant memories over and over, forgetting sometimes that there was a legitimate reason for moving on.

My Favorite ‘Oh Well’ Prelude

Lips, nose, shimmering eyes
arranged in harmony
golden ratio
so I pardoned myself
for being
uglier than him
and he forgave me
We consummated this absolution
in my car
Then he held my hand
at the top
of every hour
ever after



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