Give me the blessing of being punched in the face in bright daylight, so I can see even if the pain blinds me, even if it was gravity that pushed us into this moment, even if I fear for myself, I fear for you if I despise the pain in messiness of black eyes and broken fingers even if like two unavoidable trains colliding a Tragedy one to mourned and tended to with care the sadness of a mountain that got us here the quiet hurt that had built only to explode in a moment of breaking strength to hold what is too big I want to see your pain so I can through watering eyes see your grief have a second to ground myself and a moment to catch you
