Sunday, August 29, 2021

Again

Somehow you knew to come to me when you were breaking,
And I recognized your fault lines
Because underneath everything, 
I am the same. 

You'll never see it because unlike you,
I cannot say it, except like this. 
I have the gift of words because I save them. 
They're right here.

I'll always be here when you are breaking--
It's ok. 
It could be years before you need
The only thing I have to give--
Again.

I'm also changing--
In a quiet way I like but can't explain.
I'm sure you'll miss it, and that's ok.
It could be years before you need
The only thing I have left to give to you--
Again.

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