judging by the fact that I can’t add
me and you will never equal two
maybe the time is to bow in, trouncing curves
fractured and falling through a world of hurt
I’m bound to degrade exponentially
failing to see the imaginary value between
shame that your love is no longer blind
I find I measure well below the average guy
~2020
ethan dale eagar 
I was so delighted to see your name pop up, Ethan. I hope you are doing well and staying balanced in this world of hurt. Touching poem. Hugs.
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