Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Walking

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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