They are called Perfection

Person 1. Person 2. Both.


Perfection can be

 

Anything

 

Anyone

 

Any place,

Any time.

 

Any girl,

Any boy.

Any memory,

Any sight.

 

Any parent,

Any friend.

 

Perfection is

 

A sun setting behind the ocean,

A midnight walk in a park.

The feeling of rain on your skin as you dance under it

 

Perfection is someone who walks by you everyday

Someone who pushes you on the swings

when you get to lazy to push yourself.

Someone who says “Tall Caramel Macchiato”

when you ask for her order,

They say it with that smile one their face as if…

 

It is the icing on your cheek after a

cake fight with your friend.

It is the memory of the pair of arms

wrapped around you

and a voice whispering to your ear

“I am never letting you go” and

all you feel from then on is…

 

Perfection takes the words out of you

And leaves you to this amazing silence.

A silence that leaves you hanging,

That leaves you to marvel at the thought that you are

At loss for words

 

Perfection is a hot cup of

Black coffee

 

With a little bit of sugar

 

Perfection is a piece of poetry

At first glance;

Analyzed but not fully understood.

Or…

Perfection can be the person behind

The poem

 

With their big glass eyes

And small conserved smile.

Their hands…

You wonder how Perfection

Wrote something so…

Complex?

 

Beautiful?

 

Strange?

 

Exquisite?

 

Curious?

 

Amazing?

 

Ha! I’m at loss for words.

Note that perhaps Perfection for one person

Can be a stranger to another.

Like how my friend used to say

That my mom was perfect

But to my eyes?

She’s a stranger.

 

Or how my dad says his new

Adopted daughter is perfect

But all I see is my replacement.

 

Perfection can come to your life

In different shapes and sizes,

Names and colors.

But remember,

Perfection is not a cold stone wall.

 

Perfection can be

Demolished

 

Broken

 

Hidden

 

Shattered

 

Cracked

 

Cry tears of never ending pain

 

Thrown away,

Taken for granted.

 

Forgotten

 

Perfection does not deserve that.

 

YOU don’t deserve that.

 

I’m not Perfection.

 

Perfection will deny they are such.

They will fight you,

Hate you,

Cry to you,

Push you away.

But

Don’t let them slip through your fingers.

For Perfection is more rare than

diamonds.