Thursday, April 7, 2011

That beautiful life you have.

I wasn't watching when it happened,
or not so much you might have noticed that
I was mucking about, kicking my toes in dust
and staying close from far away.
I was far away when your beautiful life happened,
over there, near where I see you walk with your love intact,
no love could I steal from you with my broken and wanting ways,
no love I could steal and not give back for
the way you walked and held your beautiful life together
with mine.

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