So truly I said the words
But you did not know
How without guile or deception
I gave you all my heart.
It is only this: that
You were still afraid
Still mourning your girl
Who years ago was taken
Violently she was swept out
Of your hands your arms your
Life; it never goes away
The wishing it were a dream
I dream, too. My dreams are
Different from yours but still
Loss pours out while I sleep.
I hold your memory dear
In spite of the words you
Hurled to hurt me, a broken
Memory lies within your
Lonely English chest and
I can grant you this: enough
Love, enough grace enough
Of who I am, though you may
Never see me or ever even know
That I took your sadness with
Tender gentleness and mercy
And I wrapped it as a mother wraps
Her little one, with love, with loss.
Monday, November 19, 2012
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