There are lights ahead.
a thick fog.
Don't be ashamed, no one sees it the first time.
But I am getting older.
And my periphery has widened.
That's where I found you.
From the corner of my eye.
There are lights ahead.
Love, I have seen them.
Don't be ashamed.
Maybe it's your first time.
I am not a saint.
Much more a sinner.
Worse yet a demon.
But he can't see through my eyes.
There are lights ahead.
Signs that become clearer.
I am not ashamed.
This is my last time.
I have seen your wings.
A thick fog.
You welcomed me back.
I love you.
With all this talk of forgetting, I get scared.How can you forget something like that?