Tuesday, July 17, 2012

sonnet two hundred three

what if one day we will
be asked - have you been to
the only place worth living
in? what would we tell

ourselves? i would exhale
and take in all the wonders
i have seen, carefully mapping
tracks and coordinates,

moving in painful circles
to find you and end up
with you each and every

time, and hold your gaze
up to mine - you are the only
place worth going back to.

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