Pain comes predictably,
Like rain.
Like death.
Like you moving me
to tears.
I will sit with you,
if you will stay awhile.
We can let words,
and silence,
carry us forward.
Together, let’s mistake our feelings
for our lives.
And measure the strength
of our embrace.
And measure the speed of letting go.
But the time to linger
always drains away.
No time in now.
No time in here.
So take this moment,
take this love,
and be you.
And be you
as you go.
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