Not Treading Lightly
26th May 2025

The lightness of our time together,
belies paths left within,
I do not tread lightly with you Tava,
imprints in my soul,
and now tracing back,
over circles of times had,
I wonder how something that became so deep,
could vanish so quickly.

I wonder if we meant what we said,
if those futures imagined were ever real,
...and now,
of the holes that they have left,
…will they ever heal.

Preparing to Play,
Busker corner Bourke/Elizabeth Streets,
Melbourne.