Fierce Love You call me Grace, because you have forgotten my name like you have forgotten soaking the beans overnight adding sugar to your coffee shopping online Sunday church email passwords the comfort in my voice But I remember your handwritten notes under my pillow holding hands while walking on the seashore the starchy smell of your overly crisp shirts long texts saying nothing words in your eyes, saying everything. Now anger and frustration rise and fall like waves in moments when you fail to recognize me but I melt in minutes regaining my patient self when I see you walking away, from yourself. did I tell you how much I like it when you can call me Grace?
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