There were no moments of talking
No moments to reflect on what was.
Comforting myself is hard fought.
There it was…my words weren’t mine.
Distracted by the moment and in the reflection,
I became more… Why do I sweep to the future?
Breathing in feelings of loss.
An approach I didn’t know.
There we were.
Piece by piece I will say my truth.
I will know my love.
I saw a need while looking for drama.
Instead of theater I found calm.
Instead I saw you.
Wrapped in love.
Maybe lust
