I had so many questionable minds also those days, and you either, probably.

Eventually, the mind made me head for it as keeping you held in me, and securing you who were straying sheep or so, I had no problem, if you were stray cat or so. 
The kind of discrimination had no conviction at least to those days' me, you either weren't you? Now is actually different, but twice the same thing could never happen.

Everything could be okay, if only two could have same joint, only it should be taken so precious mutually and personally to each of us.
Because everything in world must begin with it, you know!

Long years must have very many empty things and never fulfilled hopes or so could be left to our mind's corner, but gradually that thing could be forgotten, except so stronger impressed thing.
Nevertheless, even these could be so astonishingly negative, as if poetry writing act relies on memory and past, because if we had mutual joint together, only it must carry us to so properly safer future to us, you know, but we opted the time as we are now. No regret to me, but no satisfaction neither.

That must be our way, never mind, everything must run as it should do.

Apr. 21st.   2021