Wooden Fruit Bowl

There you stood,
A bowl made of wood.
Your imperfections drew
Me to you
As we shopped long ago.

I know
Not what happened to you.
Though I have the bowl still
On my window sill.

I trace each notch and curve
That do no purpose serve
(Other than to beautify).
As I
Wonder do you
Live or die.

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