The Gift

I was hoping to give you a gift

I brought it home and tried it on myself

The sweetest part was holding the space

I only needed to be open

 

I brought it home and tried it on myself

It was a perfect fit

I only needed to be open

But allowing a passage through me to you

 

It was a perfect fit

It wasn’t about me giving it

But allowing a passage through me to you

It was about not holding on

It wasn’t about me giving it

The sweetest part was holding the space

It was about not holding on

I was hoping to give you a gift.

 

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One Response to The Gift

  1. Robin

    Lovely. Thank you.

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