09182013

I’ve come to understand
the privilege of proximity.
To witness firsthand
the way she smiles so briefly
jokes so deviously,
before she’s serious again.

Doctor of my heart,
if I could only hold her hand,
pull her in, make her stay.
Not for an hour, or three,
but for the day.

I’ve come to understand
the gift of luck.
To marvel at coincidence,
to imagine different endings.
I’ve come to understand the difference
between effort and comfort,
and how to savor patience.

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