Curious and free, my love
Remember how that felt
So young and so naive
No money, stature or wealth

Curious and free, my love
My God did we explore
Traversing around the globe
Two-three times, more...

Curious and free, my love
We danced with many a wave
Chased wild dolphins
Roamed seabeds and caves

Curious and free, my love
Sand trickled through our toes  
Witnessed sunrises from mountain tops
Immersed headfirst in pistes of snow

Curious and free, my love
Late nights and sweet romancing
Wild parties, early mornings
Reminiscing of crazy dancing

Still curious but not so free my love
Our adultness restraints us
Still, wealthy from all those adventures
Maybe our next chapter will define us

I  chose the words
They too chose me
We gravitated to each other
For all to see

They used me as a vessel
A channel for the ink
Washed right over me
Gave me the power to think

An ambivalent entanglement
It took time to grow  
A relationship worth nurturing
The rhythm to my flow

My therapy
My solace
My perfect sanctuary
I chose the words
They too chose me

I  chose the words
They too chose me
We gravitated to each other
For all to see

They used me as a vessel
A channel for the ink
Washed right over me
Gave me the power to think

An ambivalent entanglement
It took time to grow  
A relationship worth nurturing
The rhythm to my flow

My therapy
My solace
My perfect sanctuary
I chose the words
They too chose me

Uneasy in her silence
Vulnerable and bare
His words cut so deep
She struggled not to care

Pensive for a moment  
She felt inadequate, yet free
Taking time to reflect  
On the woman, she’d come to be

The strength she'd sought so desperately
Showed up a little too late
Devoid of any resolve
Perhaps she'd met her fate

I sat there with a blank page
Dug a little deep
A place to freely express myself
Where the pen and my mind could meet

I pondered for some time,
The memories struck a chord
Not sure if I wanted to go there
Not sure I should explore

Memories locked away in a vault
A place I was sure they’d stay
Certain I could escape the pain
The price I had to pay

The ink just kept on flowing
I paused and took a breath
Reluctant to do this now
So full of shame and regret

Sometimes, things just happen
Nothing we can do or say
Memories are just memories
In the vault, for now, they'll stay

She creeps in at midnight
When nobody knows
Ever so lightly
On her tip toes
She knows she shouldn’t do it
She just can’t keep still
Something inside her finds it a thrill

From bed to bed she hops all night
Beneath the covers
Out of sight
The warmth of the bed
It can be of any kind
Bunk bed
Double  
She really doesn’t mind

You see Leggy is a girl
Who’s playful and sweet
She just finds it hard
To settle down to sleep

One night on the hop
She went a bed too far
Out the front door
Past the car
She stumbled into the neighbours
Who owned a great big cat
Huddled down beside him
On his big fat mat

“My word,” said the neighbour
“What have we here?”
When she woke to find Leggy
Asleep by his ear

With a hop skip and a jump
Leggy woke with a fright
“What did I get up to late last night?“
She ran to her mama
“I promise,” she said
“From this day on, I’ll sleep in my bed!”

We never saw him coming
Never heard a thing
He would float through the house
Like the post-it notes king
Pete was his name
Every colour was his game
Post-it
Stick it
He had no shame

The colours where coded
Red, green or blue
A mission
Request
Even some clues
Mirrors
Doors
The most obscure places
Arrows
Pictures
Little smiley faces

We knew that he dwelled there
Someplace in the house
Following us around
As quiet as a mouse
We set up a trap
To meet him one day
Left some notes of our own
Saying “come out and play?”

The days passed us by
The notes less and less
Until one morning
He posted his final request
“I’m Pete, nice to meet you”
“I’ll come out to play”
"Could do with a friend,
what do you say?”

Instructions on the note
Time read quarter past four
Meet me down by the stairway
Beside the red door
There he was standing
Tall, dark and thin
Floppy hair
Oversized jumper
Sporting a grin

From then on we loved him
Our post it note Pete
The shy
Timid boy
He was ever so sweet