Something(s) Very Gentle…

a poem

Abby Katherine

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light coming through a window, two plants sit below it.
Photo by Zach Reiner on Unsplash

The way a stranger

will nurture you

because they can

sense your heart

is breaking.

Because they were

once where you are,

and I’m not talking about

being in the Produce section

at 5:23 pm sharp,

they too have felt

the incessant aching.

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Or the moment you

put a sweater

on after being stuck

in the cold.

The stories your

Grandmother told.

Pictures in lockets,

an extra $10 and

some tissues in

your coat pocket;

just in case it’s your

turn to be that

kind of stranger.

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Autumn air on campus.

Bookstores and the

golden sunrise,

the very moment

you let yourself cry.

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Abby Katherine

Writer & activist who loves the arts, dogs, literature, the beauty of connection, attention to detail, Taylor Swift, and too many other things to list. (she)