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Miracles CAN happen;
they just don't.
And some times that's the worst part.

That's what I'm thinking to myself
as I watch him step another step,
but I know to think the same
hasn't ever crossed his mind.

Would I be the same
if I had to step another step
like the way he steps his steps?
Like the way he holds his hand
- in spoken, stuttered breaths -
His hand upon his side
scissored in his stride
Seizured in his eyed -
Look at me,
Don't look at me!

But that's not what he says...
I'm thinking to myself.
I wonder what he sees.

It would take him long to say it,
so I waited patiently.
He said "Miracles CAN happen,
and that miracle is me".