Thursday, 29 December 2011

To Faraway Friends

Sharing lives and toothbrushes
Prepare, to be strangers yet!
To pass by in the street perhaps
Muttering other names
Rushing to homes elsewhere
Inhabiting other beds, other worlds
Carrying names, not our own
Like foreign coins
Jingling in these home pockets.
While this ancient city
Knocks the door
Of those new lives.
And we’ll measure distance anew—
A little further perhaps than
When you lie,
Half a pillow away.

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