existing as furniture
is a strange experience

I recall the smell of her hair,
the intense joy, struggle, and triumph

once smitten by the beauty of promise
the promise of beauty never strayed

perhaps if I had been more awful
we would have parted

perhaps if she had been more awful
we would have parted

maybe we both
could be a little better

the waitress brushes by a little too close
I think she uses the same shampoo...