(for m'lady)
when nothing
becomes me
when this
arthritic language
no longer knows
your name
and my eyes
hold no dreams
eager to be
introduced to yours
to unravel
your infinite mystery
do not forget
what i was
when i
was yours
it was in
that brief time
so much
like spring
when nothing
became me
quite like you.
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