There was very little left
to say,
but the cruelty could have been
limitless.
She chose grace instead,
and all I remembered of her,
before she left,
was humility.
She was what she was, but
I left a larger person,
though broken.
I stepped out and found
the evening clouds
tinged with an ochre
I had never seen.
For everything one loses,
there is something which always
comes back.
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