Although We Sometimes Live Separately Poem by Gert Strydom

The mad impact of poems I will you not spare,
that one day you can remember these mad moments
where the future indefinite stretches out before you,
as things are different when we notice each other.
Although our lives at times do fall into pieces,
you do brake down the walls that life does build,
you know that my heart do always belong to you
and when I find myself we are close together.
Although we live in the week separately,
weekends do jerk us back to each other,
I feel you stir in the depth of my heart,
you are always in the picture in my head,
with contact you do bridge over a whole week
and you alone do live inside of me.