Every girl I ever dated
Every one I ever knew
Had an aspect if conflated
Would have added up to you.
A pair of eyes, a turn of phrase
The way they walked that held my gaze
I didn’t notice at the time
Were pretty ghosts of you, sublime.
With every love I’ve lent the heart
I should have gave to you from start
So now I offer what is left
A heart of hope and love bereft.
A meager gift to you I’m sure
Who offer love untainted– pure.
But all I have to offer thee
Is the broken vestige once called me.