By Paul B
Date: 9 June 2000
Putty in my hands
I thought of you today.
I was surfing the channels
and watched an unknown pair of hands
scuplt a lump of clay.
I remembered how you were with me.
Like putty in my hands
that grew soft from my touch
as you allowed me to mold you.
I recognized the comparison.
But unlike this genius
I lacked the talent at that time
to see you were already art.
And I let you slip through my fingers.
Setting you aside
like an unfinished work
never to be completed by me.
But I remember you -- and probably always will.
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