You walked into the room, and though I hadn’t seen you in a while I knew at once your courage. Beyond the smudged edges, you spoke of grace, the dignity that comes from knowing and fighting anyway. A certain dance began, the coy waltz around the core of what we knew to be true but refused to believe. Tears led to truth, the bare and racked bones of the many years behind us. Losing you became more imminent, the moments we could steal more valued. I could say I love you a million and a half times, and once more would only be closer to my truth.
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