Nothing's Missing


I got three legs.

I lost one in a brawl

I realized as I stood up so shaky

I thought I might fall.


Happy, I yap.

You had just walked in.

And exactly the moment you saw me 

I saw that you grinned.


I saw that you still saw me      

and you still saw that I saw you. 

I'll never miss my last leg.  

I'll never want to.


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