It maybe yours. Held to the chest. Holds you up.
Fully impressed. What if it is not mine?
It does not speak to me. Hold me sublime.
No. It is your truth, not mine. You may keep it.
It really is fine. Do not mistake my acceptance as weakness
or agreement. It is not. No, my acceptance is that. Acceptance for our differences.
You are there in your thought. I am here in mine. We are not together on it at all.
Yet it is fine. Truly fine. So please stop trying to push your truth on me. As I do see it.
Accept it. Yet I do not hold it as my own.