The Lost Tooth
she is felt still
a tongue tip
recalls her grave
it speaks tenderly
i had her crowned
yet such a royal regalia
did not suit
her innate modesty
she was a tireless waitress
who served up
treats and sugars
with a candied Mona Lisa smile
a love lost is not rootless
yet it must speak from a hollow filling
the heart of which
turns upon cavities of regret
decades later
i eat
these empty words
yet still enjoy them
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