Imperfection

Touche orangée

Rosalind Abendsour

2017

I still do not know why

I became your enemy

(You were never mine,

nor are you now.)

When

intimacy turned to alienation

closeness to distance

respect to disdain.

And why

laughter stopped smiling

touching became awkward

tolerance faded.

I remember saying

at one of our first encounters

that no one is perfect.

- certainly not me.

I am ready to do

a great deal of heavy lifting

to correct my faults and

stench my failings.

But maybe the situation is much simpler than I imagine

You never loved me

And you doubted that I loved you.

But I did and I still do.

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