Human
How many years did I live
under the impression that you were perfect?
A saint. No, an angel. Infallible and righteous.
I still think so, sometimes. Most of the time.
Unless I'm reminded otherwise.
It was a flash of unexpected anger
when your eyes, ever calm, teared up.
You didn't cry, but nearly.
It struck me
the moment the gale of your anger
reached my ears.
I don't remember the exact words,
but it sounded like
"I'm only human."
That's the problem with saints, they are human after all!
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