2/17/16
You showed me your toes,
torn was the skin, no bleed,
I seem to recognize your face
although blurry, the feel is right.
Your angled jaw and pointed chin,
like the beautiful Chinese princess
I told you before.
Now that I am packing, boxes
after boxes, memories after memories, laughter after laughter,
like the dishes on the going away
party, trying to put everything in
one tray, to bring with me, when
I starve for a friendly smile.
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