Non-Erotic PoetryLeo's CorollaryIf I've hurt you,
I'm sure I have,
I'm sorry;
but do you often see
with backcast eyes
and little sighs
what you meant to me?
I, who traded duty and honor
for family and necessity,
recipes of heartbreak,
unpalatable but eaten,
an unseasoned meal of despair
God, I miss your salt.
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