And yet I find the words.
Love songs.
Poems.
Anger.
My love,
My hate,
And all of my sorrow.
I have that to you,
And no one else.
If that’s not enough,
Please,
Just let me move on.
In the next life,
Maybe,
Just maybe we’ll talk about it,
As long as the wheel turns.
And the sun,
Rises in the sky.