All that remains.

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.

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