I watched you love him.

And I watched you lose him.

I saw the moment your heart broke.

I watched the shock on your face.

My outstretched palms trying to catch the tears that rolled down your cheeks.

I asked you the questions you had asked me before.

Can you breath tonight?

Will you be able to breath until morning?

Is there anything I can do?

But then…

As the weeks passed…

I watched you gather all the corners of the fabric of your being and restitch the patchwork into something that looked…different.

Into a beautiful bohemian sundress that you now dance in on hot summer nights.

And with the leftover fabric, you stitched yourself the warmth of the coat he could never give to you.

One to wrap around your shoulders when the dancing ends and you choose to walk yourself home.

You could never twirl like that before you knew him.

Or sway your hips to your own version of the rhythm.

Before his scared heart ran away with his mistakes.

But more importantly, you never shone like this, swaying with the music

Until he left.

And you should know.

You look  magnificent.

What a gift.

Grief.

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