They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplace made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered above the earth.
We even flew a little.
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I have always loved this poem. relationships just don't happen. they are created and then have to be sustained. I love the last two lines, especially "We even flew a little."
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