one and one makes two
I am in a place
Where one and one makes a delicious two
Though we do things higgledy-piggledy
You with your bed
And me with mine
And after a pleasant evening of TV and small talk
You retire to yours and I to mine
Alone
Though we see each other
Passing like ships in the night
Occasionally our rigging tangles
And we drift together with our anchors entwined
For a few hours
Until our crews cut us free again
Though we sit, overlapping
On one of two uncomfortable couches
That slope and stab and somehow don’t matter
We are more friends than lovers
but with no sense of something missing
Though we pay no attention to what others
Tell us we should be
Though we distance and return to each other
Though nothing is ever like before
In a world that makes no sense
You and I do.
To Scott, for a delightful chapter. <3
To Scott, for a delightful chapter. <3
© mjc 05 June 2005
