The Ones That We Favor
My favorite color was the gold in his eyes.
My favorite shapes were the lines he made as he smiled.
My favorite sound was his voice singing along
Next to mine down old dirt roads.
My favorite taste was his gentle lips
Pressed to mine.
My favorite memories are the ones of Him.
My favorite love is the one that I found,
And lost, in him.
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