That Girl

Her,
With the bottle green hair,
The raspberry voice snare,
The bubblegum delightful flair
Was one crazy scare.
You,
With your luscious dark hair,
Darker stare,
Are a calmer share.
It is peaceful,
It is better,
This is what I need.
He says this and more.
With every hour
The comparisons grow deeper,
The aches get louder.
I sit across the chair,
Holding back tears
That rage in a storm
Of stories untold
And memories unfurled.

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