We are possibly asking,
too much from time
A simple rearrangement
to our solitary lives
Single roof, two hearts and
this proposition here
You and I with one arrangement
at the port of possibility
We know of no promise,
but a shoulder for the other
Share a breakfast, a laugh,
a warm house we return to
Given time, you and I can merge
the distance of our intent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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