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The Beauty of It

I saw you today

The sighting long overdue

But then

Perhaps you don't think so

Perhaps you'd rather that I cease to exist

 

We sat along the canal

At a picnic table

Surrounded by geese

And the breeze off the water

 

We talked

Or better said

You talked

And I let the words seep into my pours

Becoming a part of me

Every sound, every breath, every sigh

 

You told me stories

Of faith and despair

And I let them become the songs of my soul

I laughed as I soaked it all in

 

But through everything

You never looked me in the eye

Perhaps it was simply due

To my hiding behind insecurities

But you didn't even glance my way

 

Perhaps you're ashamed of me

I'm not

Nor am I ashamed of you

Our actions may not have been glorifying or wonderful

But we can move past those

And still be us

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caroline-1
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Published
Apr 22, 2013
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