I may see the wake I leave behind of ...
Words,
Sighs,
Smiles,
Frowns.
Judgements and trivial comments
Swirling and washing against fragile, bruised skin.
But perhaps, if I turn and look.
I may see a crucible,
Delicate yet strong
In which profound change is taking place
As I sit and stay with you.
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