You had long, dark curls.
The kind the gods would
twirl their pencils in
before drawing the rest of you.
We could sit in silence
for hours,
murmuring our thoughts with
fingers roaming in all directions.
We can't take that back.
I tried to stumble but I fell.
Instead of picking me up
you walked away.
I can't take that back.
I tried.
Now I'm just a pin in your map,
but to me you were the globe
of everything.
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