Roy Herndon Smith
For what shall it profit a man, if he shall gain the whole world, and lose his own soul?
—Mark 8:36 (KJV)
Kismet had red hair
like your hair and, like you, he
liked to stretch awake
before a morning
hug. Like you, he got worried
when someone he loved
went away. He went
away when you were away.
You came back. Not him,
but still, some mornings,
you wake to him stretching red
’round you, a whole world
you lost your soul to
gain. You hug him close. It
profits you nothing.
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