I think of them both
and I wonder which I miss more:
the one I have greater record of,
the emails and the poems and the shows
or the one I had more interactions with,
the drinks and the late nights and conversations.

Neither were deep or detailed enough
for me to have left a strong impression
but enough for me to be smitten,
bit until enslaved as familiar to their succubi powers.
I am forever ensnared by each
– but which moreso.

I think perhaps the poetess
– but they are both poets!
Maybe the attractive one
– aha! Both are gorgeous.
The one, then, I saw in a brothel
– you met one there
after following the other.

There is no way, then,
to easily decide between the two.
I can only continue to view
them both longingly
as long as I can see
their exceeding beauty.