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I could have broken everything
I could have burned the field
I could have pulled the walls down
On the ones I tried to shield

I could have chased the shadow
Of a name from '87
I could have called that hunger love
And called that loss my heaven

But nothing entered
Nothing fell
Not because I held it
I held nothing well

Something moved before me
Something cleared the way
Nothing entered
That should not have stayed

I could have lost the boy
In the wreckage of the fight
I could have traded presence
For the need to be right

I could have drowned in wanting
What was never mine to take
I could have built a ruin
And called it a mistake

But nothing entered
Nothing fell

Not my grip
Not my strength
Not my wisdom
Not my length

Just — space
Just — held
Just — out of the mess
And somewhere else

Nothing entered
That is enough
That is the gift