18 August

the sunday whirl

I dreamed we had not parted. 

That we had spent the years nestled in each others hearts.

 "Stay" you told me way back then.

 But I was not persuaded

And so we spent that period of time apart

if there are degrees of separation 

then we have closed the space in ours

though after decades even, my vision of you did not fade

and now we tread the same floors 

we sleep beneath the same ceilings 

and pay tribute to the youths that we once were

now we occupy the same space

we dream the same dreams

Now our visions nestle in the autumn of our lives

now there are no years between us save the ones that bring us forward

and there is no space between us now

now our hearts 

stay