Grief – you are gentle.
Yet I am scared of you.

What if … 
I am the only person in the Universe 
Who experiences you.
What if … 
Your touch will harm me, 
Taint my heart somehow. 

I come closer nevertheless,
Feeling a bit ashamed that We haven’t become good acquaintances –
Just yet. 

A friendship built on expectations, 
Of how one should be, 
What a waste! 
So, I let you be YOU.

You are rejoiced, relieved, renewed! 
No more fear 
Of not fitting into my preconceived box – 
Of how One should be. 

That’s all you ever wanted –  
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