Sometimes
I forget my place
sometimes
you forget yours
sometimes
for long times
I drift away from you
sometimes you disappear into a foggy distance
where I can't reach you
but sometimes
we both remember
that one day we found the place where we belonged
that we felt it so natural
so real
that we thought it would never be anything else
and
crazily enough
when all conspired to dismantle it
we thought
we could simply find
an equivalent backwater for our lives
but sometimes
we are reminded
that the only place our souls can actually call home
is that where they can be entangled
connected
with each other
and that place
moves and travels with us everywhere we go
since it is now scattered
my love
between your heart and mine
Monday, March 16, 2015
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