half-closed with gratitude/you'd discovered
what differences come before
I'd never wanted for asking, behind what
broke up my life before
strength and illness abound us/two families
can be quite so severe
You with your dark curls of abandon
while I walk soft streets some way
Never wait for the quiet rain
streetcleaners all look back behind the plains
stand by your beckoning hand
polished suit set above our frames
your summer dress shone so brightly
you vowed off all your findings
we saw the same sign at first hit
the boundaries I've learned where to follow when it's too
good to explain