An exchange of words
We sit together drinking wine or is it coffe or is it tea?
We sit together talking of you or is it me?
Our words are bricks and mortar
They stick together like glue
They grow a mighty building
A monument to me and you.
The moments add on moments
The time expands for eons
We burst through the ceiling
Into the sky so blue
We are a tree that’s growing
Our roots are planted firm
Entwined in conversation
I cannot tell what’s true.
And is that my mouth that’s speaking
Or is it you, is it you, is it you?
My heart is all aflutter
Or is that your heart I feel
That’s beating in all my body
From my head down to my heel?
And then somehow we kiss
With our minds close pressing
Without our lips quite touching
With space between us still.
And all the tallest buildings
And all the mighty oaks
Are shown to be but wind
And blow away like smoke
Leaving hazy nothings in the air.
And in the quiet sadness
All my strength goes down
And we find ourselves still sitting
Quite separate it seems
With you still talking facts
And me still talking dreams.
We sit across the table
Still drinking wine or tea
And over there is you
And over here is me.
And there we are still waiting
For the end to come
And there we stand together
To amble to the door.
Now both our arms are crossing
And then we say goodbye
And then we say we’ll see.
And in the doorway there is you
And on the driveway, me.
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