Some Velvet Morning

Despite my age, I have loved as much as any other, older- which is to love so completely, that every day of separation brings pain. It was for her that I became so much, but with the realisation of her womanhood, she made need to grow apart. And Phaedra was her name.

Listening to that song;

our very elegy,

and your last words-

how you gave me life

and how you made it in.

Walking through the rain

my body was shattered

as if made of stone.

Wrapp’d in sorrow,

though I were,

I could not cry.

I made my vow

to the angels

and the heavens wept

for I