I sometimes wish, I could go back to the ignorant bliss.
Back to that space where I trusted everything you said.
You spoke with such fluidity, you knew just what to say to me.
I had such profound respect.
I would have given everything for a single moment – in your presence.
I’ll never understand your intent,
I forgive… but I’ll never forget.
I have no regret, just a little emptiness.
I know that the connections pushed aside on this life path – won’t continue after this.
What could not be healed when given the chance – must be left.
The one thing that I would not have conceived – how you became ashamed of me.
Hiding all the creations, under some strange name of make believe.
That says everything.
Spirit does not sit on a fence, there is no doubts or elusive promise;
It was a gift… of experience.