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Three stone statues are before me.
Beautiful in design, each his own representation.
The first one, I love his mind, so I touch his face.
I run my hand across what would be his hair.
... Remember all the times he made me laugh
Every time he taught me something I didn’t know.
I remember the moment I realized I loved him
Yet still acted like we were friends.
The next one I stand before and smile,
Run a finger down his chest..
He drives me wild
Gently intelligent
A bit caustic
But always gentle
with me.
Our brief moment an explosion
Of color
And time.
The third is my match
Like a piece in a puzzle
We simply ‘fit’
Everything I am
He understands.
Behind the three are two
Falling apart
One is worthless
Like the perfect set of breasts
On an 80 year old woman.
The other filthy
Like a sewer line
In an all boys school.
I touch one
And a piece falls to the earth.
I return my attention to the front three.
I kneel before the third
And apologize
For being born
To cause him angst.
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