Sometimes I think about
what’s yours,
what’s mine,
and what’s
ours.
I see your mess
become my mess.
My heart becomes yours
and yours become
mine.
But my thoughts wander,
they wander to a void,
they wonder about
your thoughts,
they dive,
they swim,
they drown
into
what’s ours.
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We are all one
all of us
every single one of us
but only if we
wander
of the
path
that you call yours
that I call mine
and occupy the path
that is
ours
Thank you for your poetic response! 😮