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
