humans forget
in order to survive
but i have lived
because of her
blond memory
she walked
in clicks
down the hall
in jeans and heels
with perfect eyes
she recruited me
to needles and thread
and introduced me
to jesus - what else!
(her tape measure)
how could i ever forget
the last conversation
and then - but a hundred
yards away where the sun
had crumpled her in the road
her future was bright,
so brighter than mine
the black armband
the lost piece
the constant in my mind
i lived to be here for her
so many times
i chose to live
there are no words
for what she is owed
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