It’s that time of the season
And I just wanna cry without reason 
And listen to Taylor
That summer sunshine sailor
Coz she sings the female strife like no one else
And she does some good to my psychic health
As we both swing into our mid thirties slowing 
It’s an uphill climb but it’s downhill we’re going
And the pain in my soul or in the pit of my stomach 
Reminds me what it is to be woman 
And I wonder if I’ll ever have kids
And if I do would they be his
And if the pain would magnify
As love gives birth to what will die
And I can’t escape the monumental
The infinite in the evidential
To succumb to the passing of time
Warm my hands by the hearth of fine
As we get by on what we don’t know
And I loved you so I let you go 
But you keep returning to my mind
To let me know what I left behind 
And I clutch the emptiness inside
But it will not let me hide
From all it means to release
A form of trauma that doesn’t cease
To wake up to the break of day
I look down and it’s okay