I’ve lost
I’ve probably met death a thousand times
This last one is for you.
You and you and I.
I’m at the end of wits.
I recounted many steps.
I’m under Sturgeon Moon.
And contemplating regrets.
The things I wouldn’t say,
The other things I do,
And truly though I’m burnt,
And in love with someone new,
I find that it’s just me,
A finer person now,
And through the weave we have,
I haven’t only wow.
Tomorrow is a first, or even now and then,
When life is not quite over,
Sometimes I count to ten,
And see that I forget,
All that I’ve ever said,
Because I’ve been hiding here,
With it and temptation yet.
Clear & Precise Resumes 