The Pleasures and Perils of a Rich Inner Life

I do in fact recall when we first met.

Having nothing to do, and only others to look at,

I told myself a long and winding story about you—

Where you live now, where you came from, what you do,

The origin of every patch on your pied, misshapen hat,

and everything you carry in that bag slung on your back,

The way we met eating fast food, and how we left together,

First for something casual, and then, we thought, forever,

After you resigned yourself to a long and childfree life,

But I couldn't resign myself to the mother-in-law strife.

I thought of asking you to tell me a bit about yourself,

But I figured the story in my head was much more interesting.

That's still the one I'm going with.