Of all things, I regret these:
tears that drew you to my side,
the smile you gave me in exchange for words,
my fingers mapping your body, the lone hand
reaching for the sky. Would that
I were too strong for weeping,
and you too weak to touch tears.
(You were my shelter; you
kept me safe
from nonexistent storms.)
Lifetimes later I smile at sorrow
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