I dreamt you were
wearing white
leaning
on the edge
of forgiveness
allowing fate
to be decided
by gravity,
by the fall of tears,
…and I simply
watched
waiting
quiet
subdued
it was the limit
of my participation
I dreamt but
then it was gone,
as you were
as always, as it will be
when I wake up
you are walking away
through
the musings
of multiples
the mystic center
of yourself
and breathing
questioning
as you go
while waiting
I knew that
I was not the
gravity
that could
make you
stay.