“A penny saved,”
you said
“would smell as sweet
as the crow flies.”
And I never understood
why you never get them right.
But as I wait for the air
to unstill I think
of you saying
“An eye for a horse,
for one and one for all;
’til death do us part”
and I
I swallow a sob.
Because every two wrongs
is mightier than the sword –
every misquote
is never quite a miss
until now
that you are missing.