Your talent was never in what you said
(Though I often found myself tripping over my words
As you danced atop your own)

But in how you quirked a smile
at just the right moment
as your sharp tongue retreated
the air around you still scorched

and I would laugh a bit too hard
And stumble too far, and lag behind

and you only walked beside yourself

but you were Grace
You were in me
Were destined for distance I could not traverse.

11/19/2009

Posted on 11/19/2009
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