After you left, I realized that
I loved, even, the peculiarities, in you.
I loved the weird way, you laughed--
Like you couldn't breathe, while you did.
I loved the way, you couldn't pronounce "H"--
"Ha-ha-ha," came out as, "Ah-ah-ah".
I loved that you could get so mushy--
That conversations, with you, felt like poetry.
I realized that I loved the outré, in you.
Because, they were of you--your trademarks.
I still remember these things--
Even, now, that you're not, with me.
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