we stand like two
weary travelers
next to one another
but not equal
out of sync
closed
untouchable
the scars of our union
clearly visible
how many journeys?
how many detours?
no more treasures to
discover
no desire to search for
the heart within
each other
so we wait..
next to one another
closed
indestructible
the scars of our union
clearly visible
* translated from Afrikaans
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is sad...a love that isn't really there anymore but still held together somehow. I love it