The Best of You

by Helen Davies

Yes, you can leave,
As if this never happened.
Your eyes could cut me again,
Though tears leave salt-tracks on your skin.
 
There is no mending
Of so much wished undone.
Bitter heart, foolish and frail,
With the need to go back and rewrite.
 
You bring nothing now.
I feel a blood-pulse beating
In warm time with mine and know
I have the best of you.

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