One day arms will hold me so tight
that an imprint of our hearts
will be left on our breasts
And there will be pain,
but never so much
that we won't be able to catch the pieces
before they fall.
And he will know why I cry
and call my tears peace,
and sit next to them as the tide rises
and the waves roll into the shore.
And we will pray together.
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