Barefoot

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They want their grass to be greener
So they can stare at it.
No need to travel
When there’s a show for it.
And they say that love’s
Not all that.

But with you I was barefoot,
Never could stay put;
They tried to stop me,
But something was afoot—
I’d felt too much
To go back.

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Does She Love Him?

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I don’t have a brother. And I have not had a son.

But I can imagine what it must feel like to look at the woman he has introduced to you, not knowing her thoughts. Her feelings.

Does she love him?

How much?

I can imagine what it must feel like to know that this is not something under your control. That he will be with whomever he chooses to be with.

The day I met you for the very first time—did you know how much I had already loved him?

And now?

Summer

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I remember
Rays of sun
Through hair undone;
I never really could perfect
That messy bun.
And the days were nice,
But the living wasn’t easy.

Flash forward
Two more years—
You pull me near;
I never thought one day
You’d hold me here,
With strands through your hands,
Telling me you love me.

I Can’t

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I can’t do it anymore.

I can’t do it.

I can’t.

All of the water
From your eyes
Will be dry
By sunrise—
It’s happened
A million times.

And you’ll be
Putting on your coat,
Stepping back
Into the cold—
It’s magic.
It’s a beautiful life.