We may be

But you didn't know I was planning a move
Part of my reason of being there

Somewhere between floating down country roads
And making noises at horse and chickens

And saying goodbye
I knew I would move soon

It wasn't even your last glance at me
But it did sweeten the pot

I knew Belgium was it, like Quebec
Marginal roads and country folk

Old buildings and roads that speak
Where souls are more bare, and exist

I will find that place, that space
And yes, far enough away, as it should

To live a life unhurried, unburdened
Free like two flowers inside a loop of string

Connected, yet free to move
The bow present, for either to untie

For what is Love
Without freedom and freedom to choose

I choose you to take u all of my time
I choose you because you're funny and kind