“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.