Grace


Do you know what I would do just to see you again?

I'd climb treacherous mountains of self-doubt

Trample all over the rampant weeds that grow there

And tell you my take on absolutely everything

Let you in on all my deepest, darkest secrets

About how many tears I've cried

How much time I've let rot in my missing you

I'd confide in you

Ask you how you're coping without me

Probably just fine

Of course, that's merely an assumption on my part

You were always the type to handle the toughest things

With the utmost of grace

Oh, how I yearn for that one defining quality of you

A characteristic I have yet to acquire

Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever truly possess it

The namesake I miss more and more each and every day

Grace