Saturday, January 25, 2014

The minute you came to matter

Two extraordinarily
different people, you.

When he came to matter
he came as a beacon.

He came so I could always
find my way home.

But I missed him less
the minute you came to matter.

I loved him less
the minute you came to matter.

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  1. Kerry O'Connor1/25/2014

    Such is the fallibility and the self-preservation of the human heart.

    Beautiful poetry this Saturday, Kenia.

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