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I divided my life into pieces
unsure of where it would end
was I in the first half
or nearing the final bend
perhaps I was in my first third
or was I in my last
with evening now upon us
not much of today to pass

Yet either way twas just fractions
but numbers in my head
tonight I’d again lye peacefully
alone with you in bed
quietly on my side
away from the scuttle of rain
aside my scent filled candle
releasing me again

Back toward my spirit
with her compass
and her moon
deep inside your soul
at the center of our room