there is nothing
like before you
were beat down
if there is
a before.

when no judge
ever exists,
now everyone
is your best,
best friend;
life is a
melody
worth repeating.

not aware of
hunger with
out hope for
satiation -
all affection
being fresh
to touch - ,

maybe it wasn't
that, or maybe
you weren't you,
yet still i
miss your grasp,
your breath.