She was far more beautiful than I,
and so I didn’t want to try.
She was so unafraid.
I was so shy.
She left me trying desperately to think of
one of the nicer things
about my life, about me.

She took time to talk to me. When she knew
I didn’t know what to say,
She made me say it anyway
and made me close my eyes
So I could see
one of the nicer things
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about my life, about me.

It’s not that I’m so hurt
that she is gone,
It’s just that I’m not sure
she was really here.

She was very fond of me. She loved me
as she loved all things that drifted near.
She tried to tell me.
I didn’t hear.
And I suppose that’s why she’ll always be
one of the nicer things
about my life, about me.