When You Were Mine

Everything changed when you whispered in my ear I was perfect

But when

I tripped over the sleeping dog, I was no longer was perfect

When my chopsticks slipped, was no longer perfect

When I drank more wine, no longer perfect

When I was silent longer, perfect

When was I, Perfect

~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on October 17, 2011.

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