What Was I Thinking?
October 24, 2003
Or was I?
Was it your sparkling personality?
Your engaging conversation?
Your non-existent sense of humor?
Your resilient dedication to mock my failures?
Your unparalleled self-righteous attitude?
I know it wasn't your beauty.
It could have been your smile . . .
or your eyes.
I know it was your ideals.
Or at least one of them.
The rest of them scratched at me like the obscene scream of my neighbors' wife which keeps me awake on an endlessly humid summer night.
Sorry.
I'm not bitter.
Just thinking.
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