I donβt need 1000 pictures
to hold these memories.
Yet even so that would fail
to tell the story,
fail to capture the whirlwind,
I was sinking
before you sailed in….
Remember?
Things were different before
I took a chance, early hours,
embraced the dark.
Until it lifted,
one kindred soul
can make two hearts whole.
Itβs the little things that I remember.
