If the apartment was warm and safe
It would have been enough
If the table had enough food on it
It would have been enough
If healing kept unfolding because help had been given so freely
It would have been enough
If curiosity had never stopped insisting bad days walk into possible tomorrows
It would have been enough
If willingness had stomped forward and illuminated sad, unkempt corners of the soul
It would have been enough
If friends stood for what was possible, had been the living example of secret dreams
It would have been enough
If an inheritance of brilliant dreaming stayed tight to the heart, defying despair and failure
It would have been enough
If Love had just said hello
It would have been enough...
Dayenu.
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