I have seen you walking
in ways no one walks
that I have ever seen
I have seen you turn
your hands
in ways I have never seen
I have seen you.
And I am newer
than I can be.
You don't forgive me
for being.
You give me: me.
Is this love?
Is this the promise
of my life?
Yes. And. No.
You give because
you are.
I am only one
you have met
in passing.
And have cured.
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