Perfect

When I think of you,
I don’t remember your perfect

I think of your flaws
Great and many
I remember your pride
Your temper,
How your face looked
When irritation flickered
Across it

The way your voice sounded
When impatience rose in it
The reddening of your neck
When embarrassment
Grabbed hold of it

I remember these things, and
Think of how I smiled.

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