I
Eventually
a face will sit comfortably
beside mine
both our pair of eyes
in unison
staring into nothing
and loving every second
II
Looking through windows
watching the details swim
mixing into each other
doing the same
blending our brains
to create an amusing
spark
III
One day
we will find doors
with locks
revealing a closet which
is curiously comfortable
and in we go
residing in that
desolate space
IV
Looking for other faces
and voices
trading in
our old smiles
for a bus ride
in the ocean
to see the depth
and the darkness
of...
what we hate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
trading in old smiles. I like it.