BB Grey–musings

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You believed in me
past my ability.

I didn’t have it.

I know that now.

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Once I begged for yes.
You said yes.
I rose.

Once I begged for no.
You said no.
I stayed down.

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We made three.
They carry us both.

You were ground.
I was light.

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This morning a dream:
You at a door.
I couldn’t speak.
You couldn’t hear.

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Seven years.

No tears.
No words.
Only fingers.

I look back.
It was good.

That’s the sadness—
not today,
but knowing
what good was.

I visit.

I love you.