FROM THE COLLECTION: And we call that love?
That night could be a novel opening chapter.
You cast your role spotlessly.
That night I lived in a classically dramatic scene.
I followed your romantic screenplay blindly.
That night we coupled up like the best match in the deck of cards.
We acted out each other brilliantly.
That night was over before midnight.
And the garden of love was left unguarded to the elements of nature.
I closed our titleless book.
I allowed it to decompost back into nothing.
I trust that time will swallow that night into oblivion.