like Pushkin I can recall
that first moment
when
I saw her face
Though I did not know what I felt exactly
I recall it was intense
we all caught up in the throes of a grief
we do not know
our lives lived in
vain
even if we knew not then
it was
how deep her eyes
how wide
how thorough she would have me skewed
casting open and revealing
even something I did not know
what was there
now as time passes
her voice unheard for years
I grasp the sounds
I tried recall and
can't
like a deaf man watching
her lips move but no words
and yet even then
I still ache
And still wish to kiss
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