I look, I see and now I wonder.
to have someone else goes beyond the 2 of you
you partake of each other's memories, family, friends
you're claiming a treasure that others have a share in, be they willing to...
Or not.
How presumptous of me.
but looking back, I now see the gem that you really are
a beautiful, joyous maiden...
The mistakes that I create my life on
debris strewn path, I wallow on.
no spark, no stir,
but i still can't help be a little jealous of the few who got you.
Muddy little baby in me.
