In these moments when you are busy And I am watching you, I can Pretend that we are still Happy and that I can still Show you how much I love Everything about you. I can study you, And etch upon my memory For the thousandth time The straight slope of your nose, Your lips, and the way Your eyes dilated once upon A time when they would Still gaze into mine.
Reason for writing:
To Stephen.
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