I almost knew you.
Wishing I could take all
the little things I love,
put them in a box,
show you to yourself.
Your earnest excitement
at a new discovery. Your
sweet solemn frown
while playing music.
Your love for cherry ice cream,
gentle hands on your rats,
biggest doe eyes gazing at me.
How could I not love you?
Wouldn't that work?
No. I already tried it.
My love would not stay
in a box.
~September 20, 2010
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