Three.

three

Three
By Rod McKuen

I’ve drawn your face
on tablecloths across the country.
Tracing your smile
with my index finger,
making your hair just so.
Til now you’re more
what I want you to be
than what you are.

I can paint your eyes and say
this is where I lived
for twenty minutes and more.

I order grapefruit
and pay for ruined napkins.
And between the morning and the evening
I draw your face a little fainter every day.

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