Moving on

by jamesbharris

I think I will watch a film tonight
And try not to think of you
Not write a poem in memoriam
Or worse, sing a song.
I could pluck the strings and try
To find words which summarize
Our state of affairs, which was agreeable
And curdled down the drain.
I think I will watch a movie now
Or go out, like we did in Liège,
Your hand in mine, we bought frites
Walked through crowds, drank wine
And woke the next day early and cool
Hands loving one another’s skin.
I can only conclude the universe found
This poem more important than such things.

Photo courtesy of tpsdave

Photo courtesy of tpsdave

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