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A Poem: Pining For A Second

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One of the kindest things
ever done for me
was when a love that could’ve been
moved states and states away.
Not across the county.
Not to Jersey.
States and states.

Never will I see her
in the shampoo aisle
or a traffic light positioned
so the sun gets in our eyes.

A life without temptation.
An ideal.

Maybe once in awhile
I’ll spot a tattoo
almost as good as hers
and think, “That’s almost
as good as hers.”
I can handle that.
The truth.

Some grace us with their coming.
Others with their going.
And the most precious few
the ones who deserve better
than the broken gifts we’d give
grant the sacred blessing
of never coming
and going.

Amen.

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