Tuesday, 22 December 2015

in two places, I wish

to walk this sand with you,
fingers loosely intertwined in
the heat;

to shower trinkets over you, treasures
from places I felt your presence
from afar;

to drink this beer with you,
its taste of home I cannot describe
in words;

to talk and hear you talk
beyond imagined reconnection

1 comment:

Heather said...

Living in two places, the heart is present and elsewhere simultaneously. :-)