Adam's Garden

just as i wrote the longer version of myself into the grains that bound our hearts together for those minutes and years, i was endearing to your father and not quite letting go of myself, i could only hope for your tears and the anguish of happening and delight.

i was overwhelmed with the indecision of passion and letting fire flame flame i was given to the moments of tranquility where i was begotten and forgotten by the lesser endeavors i was given to pursue.