This being Valentine's Day, I'll throw a poem or two onto the blog today. Not currently being in a relationship, I'll start with a retrospective of one:
Aftertaste
I can't remember your lips,
I can't remember your face,
mostly I remember to forget,
but I can't get past your aftertaste.
You used to laugh
when I didn't know I was kidding.
When we got in a fight
you'd quit if I was winning.
You drove with the top down in bad weather
and would speed if I complained.
You used to make me dance with you
outside when it rained.
But then when you got sick
with your nose and ears hot to the touch
and your voice hoarse as Tom Waits
I never liked you so much.
You stopped wearing that perfume
that makes my eyes cry
but you left it on the note you wrote
when you said goodbye.
I guess it was all a matter of face.
I can't get past your aftertaste.
9:08:05 AM 
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