Maybe we were less than we thought we were,
and more than they needed us to be,
but certainly not enough for ourselves,
definitely not,
and maybe that was all that mattered,
even if we couldn't see it,
even if we couldn't touch it,
or hold it,
or make it happen,
and if I was having dreams where my mind was changing,
where my gut was,
I knew it would be okay,
because I had those checks and balances,
the ones in between my fingertips---
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