My muse

All things funnel thru the not-us. Leads to me, leaning against a

Tree, not expecting to see you so hurt. Soul enfolded in a cardigan

Needing to be held for dear life, herself distressed by this sight.

To love you but not hold you, then, G, I could not escape

The pain, either. I had thought myself a bird, could disappear

Into the air, without care. Or a magician who could pull the

Goddess Love from my heart, and make everything better. But

When I saw your pain, I felt I stood there in a tragedy. We met

All flows thats meant to be. There’s no escaping, Thou, G.