while I wasn't sleeping

do you remember

that rain filled evening

a particularly romantic air

as we held hands

and that man

in a tattered gray flannel suit

fell in a puddle

before he could

expound his theories on the

end of the

world

we laughed a little

redirecting our particular brand of self

absorption

wouldn't it be ironic if

with all our failings and

as an affront to our

overwhelming atheism

that this was the moment that

earned us a place

in the ranks of

hell