
Before You
For Melanie
Before you
there was Washington, D.C.:
the crisp click of high-heeled shoes
in gleaming subway stations,
a window office overlooking the Potomac.
Next to you, empty
as a cellophane box.
Before you
there were stylish business suits
and cocktail parties,
committee meetings, and bound reports.
One little giggle
makes them all laughable.
Before you
there were reams of academic research,
published papers, and names on programs.
One dimpled grin
turns them all to dust.
Before you,
everything mattered so much,
and came to so little.
Now nothing matters much at all anymore
compared to you.


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