And it felt in all possibility, why would you, how you could just choose, To stay there, be there, and give up, the rest of it,

Moments of darkness, with each frame filled with reflections, Of your own self, and there is something beautiful,

Not so much appreciated, One which hugged the broken you, Even when the pieces hurt their soul, The love which has stayed,

I told her to be there, Not do too much work, you know, Chill a bit, have an evening with friends, The tea sessions, but she was like,

By the way, tenks, no, not misspelling it, It is our right, somewhere between lost pieces, and gained bits of one another,