goodbye, honey eyes

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the kindest thing that anyone has said to me was that thing you told me about love. remember?
you said Don't Worry, If There Is Anyone Whose Life I Think Will Be Full of Love, It's You.
and you told me again on your steps, right before i buried my face in your pretty brown hair
and cried, big tears, because what do you say to someone you love fierce and true at the end?
how more can my heart comprehend the verity and finality of our separating ways?
but, firmly in your shoulder, i swear i saw visions of  that tiny mole that twitched when you joked.
i swear i saw your hands crooked around mangoes, the curl of your back described by hammock,
your fingers in his fingers, your hair glowing with chestnut and fox red, and your big goofy smile.
your green-dapped eyes and honey lashes - it's finally your turn to be happy, finally.
the fullness of these memories with you, Christ. all is full of love, i'm bursting at the seams with it
my child, my sister,/think of the rapture of living together there! (there all is order and beauty/luxury, peace, and pleasure.)

 my beautiful girl, my best friend, mon amie nics.
i cannot thank you enough for teaching me about love.  if there is anything i can promise you, it's that you can always come back for it.  
i will take good care of it, and if you ever come back, cherie, i will have it for you to claim.  au revoir, honey eyes.

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