It had just started, the motion
of his head turning to mine,
his eye lid, the one I could see,
covering my favorite eye.
Before he even spoke,
I lost him.
Heart stopped suddenly
and every day I mourn the loss
of a perfect phrase.
Twenty-seven years, I just wanted to hear it
had he opened his lips a moment sooner,
was always my rationalization.
I'm sure he would've said it to me then.
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