When was the last time you got hurt?
Scraped your shin against a coffee table at the right angle
And bled a little on your neighbor's nice white carpet?
Perhaps caught your shoulder against a thorn bush sticking too far onto the trail
And cursed at the bush as though it might feel remorse?
Was she there to hold your hand the last time you feel?
Did she help dig the thorn out of your shoulder?
Put a bandaid on and kiss it better?
Did she just hold you as she cried?
You know the joke, "Two men walk out of the bar
And one man said, "Is that the sun or the moon?"
And the other says, "I don't know, I don't live around here."
Well, what's the difference between a healer and a lover?
"Is that joy or grief?"
"I don't know, I don't live around here."
Whatever it is, it's too big to hold and shining through your sky
And you don't remember when you last saw something so bright
So beautiful.
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