I watched as he broke her heart,<\/p>\n
Stood her up,\u00a0 tore her apart.<\/p>\n
He did it like it was a skillful art.<\/p>\n
He told her she was his breath and life,<\/p>\n
he wanted her to be his wife,<\/p>\n
He threw away those words like a guilty knife.<\/p>\n
If she had only known at the start,<\/p>\n
she would have armed herself for the fight.<\/p>\n
But, I watched her rise,\u00a0 watched her wounds heal,<\/p>\n
She bore the pain,\u00a0 and it was surreal<\/p>\n
to see her gather what he tried to steal.<\/p>\n
I watched her eyes grow wise and deep,<\/p>\n
there were no cries of wounded pique.<\/p>\n
not once did she let him see her weep.<\/p>\n
I saw a strength so catching and real,<\/p>\n
I knew there was somewhere she carried this deep.<\/p>\n
Then it was by pure chance,<\/p>\n
I saw her dance.<\/p>\n
The pain ebbed out in glorious beauty,<\/p>\n
every note doing its duty,<\/p>\n
The loss, the tears, the guilt and the shame,<\/p>\n
Out of each move the flowing came,<\/p>\n
I saw her divine a patterned advance,<\/p>\n
when I saw her dance.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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