| at the time, it felt like perfection my source of complete protection; the envy of the entire room. both wrapped in lights and costume; so close and involved, leaving all to assume, my former gloom and doom had become somewhat outdated. and it was impossible to believe that i’d finally made it bliss and delight without things being complicated the night was mine without a hint of objection and in the midst of all the perfection a quiet moment of affection i think i let an unwelcome notion steal the show. at the time, it felt like i might have let myself go from pros to cons, a striking ratio the self-delusion might have been a good end. but now i must hope that time can amend the feelings that surfaced from the blessed event and all that surrounded our short-lived connection. so now i remember the brunt of my selection, and the holes burning black from my turning reflection that, at the time, felt like total, utter, and complete perfection. |
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