You wore something, else I should remember rather more of the story.
As it was, I remember your hair pinned up so that your neck
was exposed softly while it gestured at the sun,
the calm way you walked in beauty
through parts of an afternoon, and I am happy
that you are in the heart of another-
not because this means that I can never have you,
but because this means that I can never hurt you.
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