Souls tend
          to  go  back  to
              who feels
        like home. Time
     tells  us  if  it  is  love.

               My heart
         is  so  full  of you
                   I can
             hardly call it
               my own.

         After all this time?  

                           Always.

               With her I
        can  breath  again.
               Not that I
          couldn't  before.

                     But it's
             different now,
                     she's
                  different.
                                                                ­                      Jon York   2019