Blue #723

A Poem

Aug 1, 2021

∙ Paid

Come back by old friend
though you have hurt me many times before.
I want to see your face again.

I want to trace familiar lines and curves,
feel the anticipated rise and fall,
the turns we take together.

You have become the form of beauty for me.
That is why I love tragedy.
It's a fault, but a fault we all can see.

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