366 Poems: September 23rd, 2016

An Imperfect Night

Tonight I went and played an imperfect show,

then went on a date in an imperfect dress

to make up for a single imperfect night

that we had lived just one year ago.

And after we rode the imperfect trip home

and I washed the sweat off my imperfect face,

I came to the fact that I had always known

we were perfect.

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