With certainty
Here's what I know
Horses, cattle
Ropes. boots, spurs, wind
Waltzin', workin'
Wide open skies
French poetry
And opera
And here is what
I used to know
The softest touch
Sweetest caress
Lingering kiss
Fervent friction
Climax in sync
Mutual sigh
All of that missed
So very much
But what was done
Can't be unwound
Or forgotten
Choices were made
And those choices
Must be lived with
So here is what
I do not know
How in the hell
Do I do that
To live without
What I lived for
How, tell me how
Do I go on
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