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2021-12-23T15:40:39-08:00December 25th, 2013|Relationships|

Christmas present

I told him I didn’t want anything
so he gave me poems.

Words chosen so carefully
I read them
as though the paper itself
might break.

When did he find the time
to stitch the alphabet
into his heart
and out again?

I read them slowly,
not wanting them to end

knowing I will never be able
to write a poem
true enough
to thank him.

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