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Were I a better poet I would write you a song for remembrance With clever words And pretty, sounding rhymes And sentiments that fell like cherry drops Or little wrens of air. I would think on your beauty and praise it, and linger on the curves The lines that God created And the delicate fine hairs that crest the nape Of your neck. Or The tender little feet that would walk So Slowly So Delicate So Deliberate Homeward. The graceful wings that thrum the air Flick to the light and hope And stick to my window Don't Go. Forgive me, I have none of these things to offer. Only that it was a Wednesday And I was eating A swee