BY DAVIDMURRAYLAW@GMAIL.COM

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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