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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

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