I was certain. That you loved me. And one day changed my certainty. And I was affected. I was embellished, in your presence. And one day the ugliness in you, changed it all. And I was afflicted. It was simple. It was unfair. I remember the rage. I remember your jacket, your Christian Dior. I was sure. That you were sure. And Jennifersaid, she was sure of it too. But I lost her first. And then I lost you. And I was affected. I was content. In the rain, you were all a boy, could hope to be. And you were mine. But you weren't. And I was afflicted. I remember the sadness. I remember the grief. I remember your jacket, your Christian Dior. I was only kidding, when I said I never gave a shit. I am so affected. I remember the softness, of your hands, on a Sunday morning. And the blue in your eyes, that turned yellow, in the sun. I am so affected by your absence. I remember the goodness in your smile. Yes, you were everything. I remember we counted the days. We counted the days. I am still counting the days. I remember your jacket. Your Christian Dior. Your Christian Dior. Nora
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem for ANDY he used to always wear this christian dior jacket. And we used to count how many days we were together.it is a tragic tale. long story.
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