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 –
To be free.
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