I looked back, in as many ways as I could –
studied the way the the world looked with you there,
the way you were, the way I was, the way the wind blew.
I noticed it then, the smell still lingers.
All that anguish and love, poking out from everywhere.
Walking around with precious things in pitch black darkness.
All I had then, was all I have now.
I couldn’t give it away, It wouldn’t let me go.
You couldn’t accept any part of me as I was then, you certainly
Rough ground demands shoes, hard rain requires shelter –
It’s been a tough time, I may need a moment.
Not yours, this time. I brought my own.