Day by day

and every moment I accept

and grab her hand

It's cold, it's soft, or maybe red

It tugs on me, she walks with me

And shows me wild, wild worlds.

The comfort and

the knowing she's always here

with me, for me

In sickness and in health

The hands of Titan Thoughts.

So tell me, how could I let go of that?

 

8.V.2021