Come back to me,
before we fell apart on opposite sides of the same silence;
crowd the room with conversation
and drape a blanket of dreams over tomorrow in a show of strength
not in a test of patience.
Talk to me under the mute moon;
Shift language,
label it left and right
not right and wrong;
safe harbour your troubles on my chest
while the night calms
another navigated storm.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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