If you and I meet up
and have a fabulous evening,
I will try and match you,
for the rest of our relationship,
with my image of
that fabulous evening.
But you are all sorts of other things.
And when I find that I then
can’t match up the magic
of that fabulous bubbly first night
to our second night I become
depressed and disgruntled
and I start hating you.
From an interview with Rupert Everett in The Metro. By Rishi Dastidar.
Verbatim Poetry 