What I Don'T Know Poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro

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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