Perfect

Perfect
You're perfect you still send me songs
(Even if you do not know it)
And I still sing along
(Even though    
I seldom show it)
I'll pen you in a poem
Sketch you with an ebony
Hang you on my wall
Pretend that you are close to me
You're perfect
You still send me songs
I still sing along
You were exactly right       
I was exactly wrong
And of course   
No one is perfect

I know
I know
It’s just a pretty word
And I never thought you were
Nor put you on a pedestal
Because people fall from those
It's just that
The lack in each of us
Is so deeply connected
With what becomes the best of us
And although no one is
Or ever was
You're perfect.