By Writing I Can Live In Ways

Here Is The Most Telling Fact: You Wish To Possess Me.
 Here Is Another Fact: I Loved You And Let You Think You Could.

Can You Stop Your Mother From Singing To You? Who Would Do Such A Thing?

I Thought How We Might Have To Yell To Be Heard By Higher Power, But That's Not Saying It's Not There. And That Is Faith For You. It's Belief Even When The Gods Don't Deliver.

We Passed Over In A Sweep Of Sorrow That Would Persist Into Our Small Forever. We Just Keep Going.

Old Love, Middle Love, The Kind Of Love That Knows Itself And Knows That Nothing Lasts, Is A Desperate Shared Wildness.