“I had to find you.
Tell you I’m sorry.
Tell you I set you apart.”
The universe screams your name
car stereo echoes it with Skinny Love

You’re not wondering
but I thought you should know
she is awkward, skinny, and perfect.
Her right front tooth juts out
like a hopeful lighthouse
cliffed by a closed lipped smirk
perfect,
like yours.

She will never be owned by anyone
nor told what to do or how to feel.
Wit beyond her years and scrappy
she becomes something fearsome
with a certain trajectory of her eyes,
emerald gold, 
like mine.

Over a decade.
Eleven years. 
Not a word.
Out of sight, out of mind (you said)
It’s unfair isn’t it?

How I got the best part of you–