Petals

Changes will continue but I'll never give into

The woman that you presume me to be

But that I had seen you could feel me beneath you

Beneath a distant longing to arrive

There'll be no more waiting

No sorrowful blaming

I'm sitting right where I've wanted to be

I am and I am not these petals pressed into

These pages unnumbered

I am and I am not

And then I remember

And when I remember

It seems that I become more of what I remembered

Which is not necessarily insanely related

Or jaded or tainted by bleak memory

In fact I'm enjoying the lifting of mourning

These petals intended for give and release