Were you afraid that I may revisit the piece were I to read it aloud or perhaps some tenor in my voice would enhance its sadness for me for you for the two of us. Rest easy love, I am what I am, what I was, what I will be. I am, I know nothing else.
I was maybe..
Words are liberated by your strong shoulders, the past has melted into pathways your love has shaped; deserving is no longer in the lexicon.
Awaken O’krsna the dance waits mid pose for you.
kalpaean 