Imagine your young
loves all dead.
The skinny one
with the taut nipples
who exuded energy,
under the earth.
The short, roundish one
who screamed for
the Savior every time
she came, with him now.
The tall, sophisticated
Greenwich beauty,
out of your league,
but intrigued
and found your heart,
thirteen years gone.
How can such
living, warm, smart
presences simply
fall off the earth?
But they do and
everyday
more of them.
Until you follow.
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