Breaking points

You walked through my heart

Like Elizabeth Taylor

Your redhair


You commanded

My attention

What else was I suppose to do

I couldn’t live

Without loving you

Live without

We all lived

Now I’m dying


I still find pieces of you

Pieces of me

Of us

Inside all my notebooks

Mexican takeout Scribbled

I try to order the write


Hoping to bring them together

But I know

I know

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