Even if my body never floats.
Even if my hand fails to stop the noonday sun
From riding down the sky
I have seen your face & you
Have given me your face to cup in my hands.
So even if my breath raises the dead each morning,
Even if I never assume the heavens
Light as a Montgolfier balloon
You have given me your gifts & I have taken them.
I have taken them all.
I won't forget.
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