I left you without qualm or hesitation, taking perhaps the shortest path through that red door of doubts and roads without redemption
I left you standing in the plain of shattered moments walking on the edge of all the maybes and the whys
but kept you deep in the veins emptied of any sorrow and regret, wrapped in all that makes the thoughts the single sense
I kept you as the voice that raises breath and blood and heart in the dawn, in the rise and fall of all our steps toward each other and away
I kept you without fear without a scruple, without regard to rights or wrongs and in the certainty of each and every yes inside my head taking thatΒ Β never ending walk without qualm or hesitation