Tonight, if I love anything at all,
it is the pauses,
the quiet gathering between
the words that have been said
and the anguish
of what has been left unsaid.
If I hold anything close,
it is the potential
of those mysterious moments,
the sense that anything is possible,
nothing is forsaken.
Friday, March 26, 2010
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