because

because he holds the pieces of me,
and has held them for so long.
like Toni Morrison’s 70 Mile Woman,
who knew how to give the pieces back all in the right order.
I remember me, when I see myself through his eyes
because he has always known me
because he knows me still.
The lost me, disowned me, fearful me
all of me comes back
and I want it to be touched again
a sense that it really is okay
even though there is nothing at all okay
kisses on my spirit
prayers on my behalf
countless soul kisses
showering me unaware

 

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zaidsong
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