I Couldn’t Possibly Know

I cannot give you

healing hands, or

protect you from

drought;

I can’t even earn 

enough to set

your debts out,

not with these words,

not with this body. 

I cannot give you 

love,

just as you,

cannot return it;

we are quite content

carrying on as spirits

of each ones past,

just brushing the outline

of the other’s skin. 

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