A prelude

So much for an afterthought

I’m sure it is no longer necessary to inform anyone at all about how this poem came to life. Surely you’d guess that it’s because of a dead relationship that somehow resurfaced a few weeks back. I sound so bitter and angry and I just realized that AFTER posting it at my Facebook page. What was I thinking? A lot of things. So far, that brief shallow me, (in retrospect) has become a comic relief. Like, Stewie’s Bryan Adams song in response to Bryan’s insults to his (Stewie’s) serenading.