I didn't understand the feeling, of crumbling bones until I decayed at the sound of your voice calling her name. At the foot of the stairs, all I could bear. Was the quiet reminder, * I've seen you naked*. So many times, I blushed & looked away. No one was there, but the past ghost of what were. Stood still between the ten feet, gaping hole. Of I told you so. 8 years of love, wrapped up tucked to bed. I still remember the feeling of your hands on my łïpš, brushing past my hips. To clip away the wings, I grew. Without you, with you. Suddenly it's okay to cry, caters to