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Perfection MAG
I was sitting on the couch
right next to you
with a book in our lap
You were reading
so all I had to do was listen
to your thick viscous voice,
surrounding me like a blanket,
filling every nook and cranny
so that all that was left of my little world
was you,
me,
and the puny book between us.
The words seemed to roll off your tongue
like a lullaby.
You had mastered the art
of telling stories,
every word perfection.
I remember staring at the book,
willing the last page not to come.
But even I know
that the best of things must end eventually.
But there are always
days like today,
when I stare at my bookshelf,
and my hands instinctively guide me
towards the section of picture books,
like they did many years ago.
And as I sit on the floor,
I read the book silently to myself
and I imagine
that I am sitting on the couch
right next to you
with a book in our lap
but with your syrupy voice filling my head
instead of my own.
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