Like two coastal ships,
passing each other
in the night
Life has to move on
for tomorrow
is another day
They know what its like,
to cement a unison
never withstanding
a test of time
They know what its like,
to struggle a struggle;
to never get there
Memory holds
them prisoners,
sentenced to who they
could never be
Here is to love,
to one dish
to one,
one without
a recipe.
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