Music was a voice. Therapy was support. Judgement was never court.
All natural, Presence was the only force.
Cuts heeled. Promises were real & doubt couldn’t be heard anymore.
Just like limbo, it’s so easy when the bar is far from the floor.
She felt adored.
She was pencil & when the pencil slipped, he was eraser.
Every time a path to growth showed up He would race her.
No one understood, he was a translator.
She used to never be a priority, he would get with friends later.
A lifetime was squeezed in less than a year.
one day he disappeared.
but left so much food for thought there.
Only a short time is needed to make a steak rare.