Today I loved you. Tomorrow never came.
We romped in the abundant natural caves of our minds
and there we mined
for diamonds. Each one a fortune.
I thought yours the better.
I made you a ring,
we parted closer than 2 lines on a zebra’s back.
The day came when I heard your voice
scooting around the vaults of a gothic cathedral.
I as only tourist,
wondered about the accuracy of my guide book.
(When I remembered your face—
then it was when I wished for a heaven.
Not before. Not after. Never since.)
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