Friday, January 6, 2023

Seen in Grief


You let me see you, in your grief.

Your nervous defenses lay,

forgotten,

at your feet.


You looked at me,

not in defeat,

without pretense,

with no self-conscious deference.


There was no guile,

no fear,

no worry of being seen.


It was just you,

open,

heart and soul

bared to the elements.


Your spirit cried out 

for connection,

for soothing,

for shared peace.


And yet,

it was without supplication.

It was not demanding.

It was not entitled.


It was just you.


Your strength.

Your determination.

Your beauty.

Your grief.


You.


And in that moment,
I fell in love.


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