Thursday, November 3, 2016

A Golden Net

We didn't know it at the time, didn't see how rare was the blessing. Thinking it would last forever, we went on worrying about what others might think, how we might afford it, who might object. In the scrambling to figure it out, the magic faded, dispersed, fell around us in dust. We didn't know it until it just wasn't there anymore. But the heart remembers, and when the music turns true, or the movie gets it right, it knows. It is then that I do what I can to forget. Tequila helps. Small talk not so much. I try to squirm out of it by rationalizing, but the heart knows bullshit when it sees it. So careless. How could I have been so bereft of care?

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