What was it about her that made me leave everything behind
I used to think that if I gave all, I would get all in return
I was the one
the only one
she said it
and she said it well
I fell like the first snowflakes of winter
I fell right into her mouth and
into her feathered hair
My memory has done circles around me
Her eyes became the story I wrote a thousand times
My heart would beat beat beat to the touch of her hands
and now my hands cup this unfamiliar stranger
Disappointment. Relief.
Promises swift as the wind
I was not enough, to want
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