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A Prism from Memories

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The Poem

As I stood at the cliff,
my long hair shivered in the winter breeze.
I looked at a hill in the distance,
and committed it to memory.

Years later, my hair had gone,
and I had a long, bushy beard instead.
I stood on the hill, and looked at the cliff.
I drew a prism from the two memories,
but I could never see the rainbow.

Commentary

To be honest, I have absolutely zero clue what about the person inspired this poem. It might not have had anything to do with online dating, but it's in my Google Drive in that doc, so I guess it was?? Anyway, here's an odd one. I am clearly a romantic /s

Oh, and this poem is part of a series that I explain here.