I thought then that we were two
Snowflakes from different clouds
We met and melted in the same soggy puddle and had
No problem with being wasted and wet.
We were two pieces from different jigsaw puzzles
Fallen lonely under the same frail table, able to admit
to each other, that neither could fit.
We were two young birds
That flew over the same land and saw
Joy that others standing below
Were blind to.
“What are we now?” I asked you last night:
Me, with my nest in the west;
You, the restless swallow, staying
For ever shorter summers.
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