Incomplete Things -for B
if I could write a thousand words
of what you are
and were
and might become
I'd never be able to say
with any certainty
what you are to me
and if I had a thousand
pictures of your face
there'd be no angle
no single freeze-frame
to either capture or erase
you
and what you are to me
if I had a paint-brush
and a thousand strokes
I'd never capture
your brilliance
or a thousand steps
to make the dance
of you
it'd never be complete
for that's what you are
thousands of footfalls
walking through me
and my life
so many brilliant, beautiful
inconceivable
and
incomplete things
ily
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