i try to straighten
my metaphorical tie
i try to stop churning up inside
moments,
they arrive and they do not let go

it is just our love
set it free from the vice
life is complicated enough
and short of commercial advice

i am asked questions
but i no longer have answers
those carefree days
may require a poetic licence
but i do not remember a pain like this

you said, i was, ‘nothing’
that no one loved –
or cared for me
do you look at me now
and feel humble