I used to think
you were special,
different than all the others.
I thought we shared
more than the
usual pair.
But, given time
to sit and reflect,
I see a different
pattern in my
once perfect masterpiece.
Flawed, with selfishness,
that I had been too
blinded to see.
No, you do not ask for much,
that is correct.
But, neither do you
give up any
of yourself.
My masterpiece was made
of watercolors
and it rained.





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Betsy






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