Love at Hindsight
“It’s a pity,”
I thought when I first saw you,
“that I couldn’t possibly find you attractive
enough to date.”
your roommate was dating mine
and I was all for the convenience of double dates
I couldn’t possibly
find you attractive enough to try and so
grew together slowly,
over empurpled poetry and private prose
started falling in love
somewhere between the edge of nowhere and the house
where later we said
The same house
where I had the pitiful thought that I couldn’t
find you attractive.
where poetry on the porch
and the legless bench and a crying baby all
helped me see
The house where
in hindsight love started growing way back
at first sight.
Originally published at https://vocal.media.