Everything is all I have to give you, and I’m afraid it ain’t enough

The Uses of Sorrow – Mary Oliver
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

 

She got me high and I hardly noticed
there were tears in her eyes
I wrote something about dancing… not quite the vibes I wanted to give this post though… perhaps another time.
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