Parts of me vanished
to give you a fighting chance
what did it get me
empty arms
and scattered pieces of myself
I still want you
desperately
but I also want
what I already have
And I’m wondering
if he’s waiting for
revival of the girl
he gave a fighting chance
To write
explore
create
lead
I see you in dreams
running wild
I hope to find you
someday, somehow
but also, and this might be the most important part
While I look
to bring you to life
I’ll also be
fighting for myself
Wow, this is so powerful, Becky, and I feel your hope building with each word.❤️💛
Oh, friend. This is gorgeous. You capture the dance of hope and grief so well.