A P A R T

I din't counted the hours,
but it felt so long when we live it,
and it felt so short when i recalled it.

I din't know whether the stair rocks when we climb,
or we were holding on eachother, fright of falling or fright for the fear.

But i knew it was wholesome, wholemeal, and jolly good.
We were in it together, with it through after, and singing and laughter.

Apart of me, and part of you.