I called for you,
Staring at me from across a packed, smoky room
Handed me my options.
I dance with it.
Setting aside all nervous jokes and cross cultural discomforts.
I must always remember what I replied that afternoon.
Hand in hands, grasping this bag of marbles.
A gift you have equipped me with for all eternity.
So, now I reach into and blindly grab on to just one, and roll with it…
I thank you a thousand times, just to warm up for the rest of the countless times I will feel indebted to you.
I meant it… you saved my life!
“She’s the dreamer standing at the corner right next to you
Dreams you can see
The past that carries you when the present is too scary to touch
She carries possibilities hard and heavy as the ball and chain that scrape her feet from the streets to the bedroom, kitchen to garden.
Limitless everything is not too much.”
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