I spent two years
memorizing his curves
I watched his eyes change
discovered each velvet trip wire hidden
under his skin
I memorized his smile
the real one and the not so real
I spent two years falling in love
with every inch of him
every eyelash, every snap of his fingers
but what do you do
with a museum of knowledge
of a person
once they're gone?

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