I will confess
that once or twice
while looking into your eyes
or listening to a story
my focus was on the lines of your face
I will admit
that I studied them very carefully
the five minuscule etchings that formed
over your cheeks as you smiled
I will concede
that I committed them to memory
on purpose and with great consciousness
in anticipation of the day
when remembering them would be my only choice
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
I will confess
that once or twice
while looking into your eyes
or listening to a story
my focus was on the lines of your face
I will admit
that I studied them very carefully
the five minuscule etchings that formed
over your cheeks as you smiled
I will concede
that I committed them to memory
on purpose and with great consciousness
in anticipation of the day
when remembering them would be my only choice
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