connection
they asked me to describe
myself - and then to describe you -
for they knew what you meant
to me
metaphors and analogies
(most of them sickly sweet or cheesy cliches)
swirling around
trying to describe what
is too beautiful to process
no one is the same, that is something sure
but also
at the end of the day
we are only human.
You. & I.
them & us.
in a big big world we
billions or just a handful
can love and live
cry and laugh
fall and rise up again
sometimes we ramble
myself included
yet that's a beautiful thing...
they asked me to describe us
and in some unexpected way
it is these uneven stanzas,
scrambled words,
and raw thoughts
that are the only ways capable
of saying so little
while saying everything.
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