Summer Perfection

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Am I perfect?

As we sat and watched the stars.

And it dazzled around us, not fast or slow.

Just right.

And I can remember feeling empty,

as your eyes.

When you asked.

am I perfect?

And I had to answer no.

These words, this word.

Was so imperfect as well.

When words were at

a loss.

As like the sun, I fell.

Into my chair, as I watched,

the teacher write your name on the blackboard.

Am I perfect?

As she answered with a

negative.

And I had paused

when my pencil broke.

Just like that twig in summer,

when we watched the stars,

dazzle

in your eyes

When I answered you that day.

You said,

Am I perfect?

And I had answered no,

because I was not perfect either.

I was just.

Me.