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His memory runs through my mind
Every now and again
When I am vulnerable or
Exposed
And for a few moments I am
Again
The virgin
Voiceless and meek
And so susceptible
Like a small girl with no
Umbrella in the most
Tempestuous storm
Drenched with dreams
Of forever
Sometimes still flinching
At his departure or
Still aching from the
Memory of his touch
But I smile as I look around
And find my second choice
So much in like with each other
As we sit in our den
Stroking the cats
Eating low-carb popcorn
And tomorrow we'll drive
To Jess's basketball game
Maybe we'll talk
Maybe we won't
But the ride is one of
Comfort and ease
And acceptance
His memory runs through my mind
And I still ache for the passion and
His fairy tale
And I wonder
Every now and again
How we would have turned out
If he were more like
My second choice
And I would have loved him
Less and liked him a little bit
More
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