I wonder if he knows.
For a few hours,
a few days,
for a few fleeting moments,
he allowed me to forget.
In a whirlwind of pain,
he gave me brief escape.
I couldn't give him what he asked of me,
couldn't be what he needed.
For that, I am sorry.
Truly.
But I will always be grateful
that he unknowingly,
yet willingly
took some weight off my shoulders,
left me unencumbered
and able to fly free.
I was me.
Again.
Just long enough to remember
myself.
So thank you.
Your capacity to love is far greater than you know.
Saturday, December 18, 2010
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