III

I was still there

(you make me speechless all the time)

There I was

Whether it was lying on the ground seeing my first shooting stars

Or communicating over some good ass tea without moving our jaws

Or playing the piano with four hands after singing to guitars

When all feels imperfectly perfect, and we no longer focus on our flaws

And the value grows strong to the point where no one could do our jobs

When we've been shaped into the diamonds that we are by transformed scars