On occasion if I asked
sweetly enough he
would sing to me in
a scale uniquely his own
Baritone and microtonal
And in those moments
I felt i had a part of him
that was solely my own
How he must have loved
being loved
But those cadences held
only fondness for me.
Now I’m trying to relearn
the intervals, to travel
without him among
the thirds and fifths
slowly as they diminish
but what I really want
is to hear those low
notes again.
-Tosha Michelle
Everything I Never Told You 
Beautiful, Lady….very beautiful! ❤
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Thank you ❤️
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Getting away for a bit has really given your work even more potency. Amazing poem, Tosha.
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Aww thanks
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Thank you for continuing to set the bar.
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That’s really kind
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I love how you built the emotional bond, and then showed how you are seeking to rebuild it, but it is never the same without the original. Very creative.
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You summed it up nicely. Thank you so much for reading
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As always…
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❤️
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I suppose your speaker must sing her own song now, in her own range. She must to go on. “All To Well” is probably one of my absolute favourite Taylor Swift songs, I’m not sure why, but I guess I feel it. I loved her Red album, her newest one isn’t as good.
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It’s one of my favorites too. She can write a lyric!
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