Perspective

is this memory real or something else a marker for one's time, here. a string that ties what could have been with what wasn't and how this feels so strange, still as we rode along our journey shared I was certain you felt loved. I believed there were no doubts dear, never felt your fear rough roads pitched emotions higher than the sun wrong words sliced through trusting hearts a malcontent I had no clue and now, I'm thunderstruck ...