maybe somewhere in between the motions before you breathe, I’ll see the reasons why we work in certain seasons. I thought I was done with this. These circles and cycles, these words to rely on. Desiphering lullabies, remembering the time we tried. It’s been twenty-something years and I still can’t get this right. I still don’t know which ones to fight for and which ones to forget. My reservations and limitations only take me so far. These words will make me, these words will take you. ( so why is it that I just can’t forget you?
