One Journey

Even from the start; even before that one, none will speak of it. Except in an isolated place. Where no one will hear you speak of it to your self as you would but there are to many now still for you must. Because both of you have questions. The mind of one is as swift with some works as the friend with the speed of light, is with theirs. While the tounge is thick clumsy and slow. It is not about the warm soft hazy in her comfort, as her gown is removed. And the fear of her convenience as we are removed the other way, it leaves me both without speech having to learn again to yearn for before, both of you had to come.