A Semblance of Normalcy

Where Tangents Meet

I shouldn't dote on him,
and I shouldn't be thinking about him,
but I do.
I ruminate on smiling screenplays
And altered graduation programs.
I remember talking about winter Thursdays
And speaking of repeating paintings.
Him
Him
And perhaps we will see each other again
Where tangents meet.

a.h.s.
l.e.h.b.