A Perfect Person

~ Stephanie Marquez

Tongue-tied, I wilt back
Dreading the thought of leaving,
I say “I love you”.
With a thin smile,
I wander out into your,
soul, into the cold.
Freezing, I try to
walk through the
treacherous void
of your existence.
Still, I trace your scars,
Humbled by the beauty of,
A perfect person.