September Twenty Seventh

Then you should fall in love. Try to forget about it and pretend it never happened but keep it in the back of your mind like a simmering pot of potato soup. You can tell all your friends and family that things are real great and put that one smile on your face- you know the one- as you walk down the street to your empty apartment, trying not to think about the journal entry turned pathetic lyrical poem mutilated and thrown around your room, silent and indifferent like wet snow in the gutter.