London Poem: Day 125

20 December

Here we are,
Our lives in a slow build
Interlocking and laced,
Crossing into yours
As you cross into mine –
Here, we become one.
I am neither here nor there
Because as we watch our lives grow
The life alone slips further away.
It’s all heaven and hell
Trapped in our hands,
And the teeter between is,
The occasional lean,
Is from our own doing, or undoing.
I don’t want to be anywhere else
But here, with the uncertain lap of
Tireless oceans moving as they choose.

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