Sunday, 21 February 2010

just not yet

one day, we'll sit beside our flower beds and watch the birds make homes from our trees

one day, we'll be happy with the lives we got to live
the shores that welcomed us
the broken hearts we patched and mended
the smiles and hopes we found
the memories we made into moulds that still hold us

one day when this is over.
and all that's left is a courtyard of windows
and the two of us watching our memoirs float on by

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