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there was a little girl 
who saw me and came up to me
and said, 'you are that unseen guy 
who writes poems' 
i nodded my head yes with a smile
and asked her how she knew
she told me that my poems got her
through her many times in the hospital
i asked her what her name was
she said with a surefire tone of confidence
'CONSTANCE'
i tell confident constance that it is a pleasure to meet her
she answered back 'likewise', making me laugh
she told me that she was diagnosed with eye cancer
i asked her how she was able to read my poems
she told me 'on a good day when my vision is not blurry'
she went on to tell me about her bulging eye, the shadows, and the wiggly lines
i asked her if she was ever, in some parts, blind
she shook her head no with a 'thank God!' look on her face
i asked her what was her favorite poem
she exclaimed 'ALL OF THEM!'
she had a copy of one of my poems in her left hand
i noticed this and she laughed as she figured out my look
while still laughing, she said 'I DID THAT FOR A REASON!'
i took the copy of the poem
it was BUTTERSCOTCH IS STILL A FRIEND OF MINE
i asked why that one was her favorite
she replied by saying 'because i too like butterscotch'
i then offered to take her to a place to get a butterscotch dipped cone
she shook her head and said 'make it a butterscotch sundae and you got me'
i said okay and promised her that i would not forget the cherry on top
i signed her copy of my poem, asked her mother for permission, 
and off we went
we all had a good time that day, and i am glad that i blessed constance and her mom with that memory
here we are now, exactly a year and a half after that standout memory,
kissing constance's little forehead in a butterscotch colored casket
her eye cancer returned more aggressive and spread to her brain
i put seven butterscotch discs right at her heart to have in heaven
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