I loved your photograph from when you were my age

taken by my father; distilled time

raven hair and raven eyes

diamond glazed and ruby stained

The shine of your lips against his burning execution


I loved you against the shadow of summer nights

standing with the smokers, quiet

your voice ever sharp; poignant

distinctly placed and well put

The burn of their cigarettes like little glowworms


I loved you for every glance and every touch never

given to me; I waited with hope

stuck between my child ribs

blood pouring and the years dying

The memory of you fading with absolute precision

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