Monday, November 29, 2010

Years apart*

Remember when you asked me to think of home?
We talked about motherlands, more complex than our words unspoken
Next to a fire, we had curled in separate armchairs
Stupidly spoke of seizing love and life.

Today, we are
years apart
and
I thought of you.

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* simply cannot post the full piece.

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