Space

Hold space for me as bodies wither
I will remind you of nimble, bronze agility
Of pounding need for sensory

Hold space for me, so I may be imperfect
You, in turn, will have wings of gratitude to lift you

Hold space for me as I learn to live this time
This time that was unplanned

This time we haven’t much of

And I will hold space for you

 
 

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