Here's How We Go Poem by Erika Conti

where do we go when
we split apart
when we are so silly
to look back
and stop
and listen to the fussy lies
of our respective egos?

i want to get rid of the habit.

i love your magic
i trust your hands
i read your eyes

you're somehow closer, i don't know how

you're my Light
and i'm your Kingdom
i'm your Angel
you're my Love

a speech
inside
translating things
i didn't know
translating ugliness to beauty

as what's no longer true
dies
it becomes different
or simply disappears
it's no big deal
i KNOW the best is yet to come

i know the best was always there

no more needs for names or labels
what we are
how we relate..
no more calendars to look at

this is our season
and here's how we go.