A friend said today.
That I have to split love.
Between,
a reason,
a season,
or forever.
I'd never heard that before.
But it makes a sense.
Although it's still raw.
I think of her,
only as a reason.
The lessons learnt.
Both dark and bright.
Will stay with me.
She had a job.
And she's done it well.
For she was a deep treasure.
As soulful as Sam Cooke.
and as cold as Bjork.
She sent me.
Honest she did.
