You're on my left
I'm on your right
and my God,
what a blessing it is
to share and breathe the same air
to see the same silly clothing rack
that falls over and over again
the loudest reminder
that what was once yours
is now ours
what an honour it is
how breathtaking it is
to experience the mundane with you
the greys
to bright rainbows
the blues
to happy yellows
no matter the planes, mountains or valleys
they all come alive when our feet touch the same ground
music is clearer
colours are louder
everything smells of my grandmother's sewing room
what i mean is you feel like nostalgia
two green cups of coffee
an excited conversation first thing in the morning
about literally whatever inhabits our brain upon waking
the quick kisses that turn into lingering love
the pancakes, the mielie meel, the blankets, the dirty dishes
the tears of laughter and the rolling around in each other's arms
the movies we watch
the ones we'll make
the art that's yet to be created
the songs i'll sing to you, for you, about you...
our entire lives a neverending art exhibition
our hearts poured onto the canvas
of temporal earthly eternity
paint everywhere and everywhere
although it never seems accurate enough
"Have a good day, my love. I'll see you later,"
Not a distant echo carried by the miles,
But a fleeting whisper as you slip through the door.
Our living fantasy
you're on my left
And I'm over on your right,
We gaze into each other's tired eyes,
Smiles on our faces as our souls feel at home,
We're finally one.
Once Yearners,
now Lovers
No longer bound by the distance of an 'I miss you' text.
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