To My First Love
i think back to what we had and smile;
you were a perfect being
that came to rest on my sullen bones
a while,
being with you made me hone
my good nature,
condemn my burdens to the past,
and while the sadness is ever present
i choose not to resent how it ended,
or that it did at all:
to have been merely a page in your story
was enough.
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