I remember the auspicious beginnings

of her stepping down the street towards me,

and I heart the way she walked.

 

We fools rushed into unfound fortune

using surrogates to substitute life for love.

 

And, I heart her voice.

And, I heart her face.

And, I heart that ass

as she stepped into my future.

 

And I am sorry I could not be

what you wanted

and I cast away

this new found glory.

 

And I heart the love I lost

after finding myself

floating in the debris.

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