Details of my life come by unbidden,
lost in a torrent of fleeting moments and thoughts.
Past becomes obsolete and forgettable,
with only the present becoming pertinent.
Nine lives lived with only one mattering,
leaving me content and amazed I have what I do.
One life to live and love,
leaving me to make the most of what I have.
The one who completes me understands me,
with a deep appreciation for the lives I lives before.
She knows she is my only,
and I can only hope that I am enough to satisfy her.
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