Its for the best.

I found a mirror in your eyes.

Learning to cry is how we begin

to learn.

 

Theres a welcome mat at the exit,

with backwards letters like an ambulence.

With crooked smiles,

and questionable spines,

I keep fixed on your eyes.

 

I saw myself sprawled on a bed,

impatient for you,

begging to be fed.

 

I'm losing a house,

but gaining a home,

I made it from whatever was left.

 

I saw myself in a future or two.

I looked like a rock,

I hoped for you.

 

I am an obstical for you.

Get on my shoulders for a better view.

Though God gave you legs,

I think they're a clue.

 

Your footsteps sometimes in the sand,

sometimes a broom in your hand.

What could we have known,

if we'd never left?

I suppose its all for the best.

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[eglantine]

"Learning to cry is how we begin" is amazing, and then I read the next line and wanted to kick it out of the way of the second line's awesomness. I'd cut it. "questionable spines" is also a great image.