Lovering

The more we change

The more we start to find our way

The more I see behind your face

The more I want to stay

The more I know about the way you toe the line

The way you love to go behind

The scenes to make joy happen

I will gather all these scattered

Pieces of you I'm just discovering

I will gather all these scattered

Tokens of your love, love, lovering

The less I care

The less I pay attention to images of perfection

To the many misdirections on small screens

Where shame lies both seen and unseen

Easy to get lost in between

Easy to feel like nothing