Poetry

Once

I had a man once.
A man who saw the world
when he looked at me.
A man who wrote me poems,
gave me books and
understood how much I need to be whispered to.

I had a man once.
With black hair and smooth skin,
Perfect teeth and a lying tongue.

I had a man once
But now he is memory,
ash and whatever is left when love dies.

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