This, too, was a gift
In the dream you
came to me as words
scrawled in a book
I read over again.
I see you in the space
between breath. And then
an echo of you arrives:
In thin light, pull
yourself tall.
Saying goodbye
your frail body draws
next to mine and
for a fraction I
feel you lean
to let me in.
— Drew Myron
* title from a line in The Uses of Sorrow by Mary Oliver
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