Monthly Archives: May 2014

Facing mirrors.

You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.

One hundred percent of the shots you don’t take, miss you.

Is that always so?

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I will never know, I could never no.

I don’t miss being right, or wrong.

I miss the smaller things.

The things between you and me.

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Intimate interaction.

Those things could be anything.

those things could be everything.

they don’t have to matter, but they do.

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I miss the me that had a you.

Those silent snickers born of malice.

every wrong I felt belonged.

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Every time you fit.

gives me fits.

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No remainders,

just reminders.

Me plus you.

minus you.

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I know how the numbers turn out.

but sometimes I do the math anyway.

beautiful formulas ending in aching.

an infinity of only me.