I wonder why we, of all people I have known,
fly and breathe and beat so far apart.
We who have shared as one strong heart
loyal only to therapeutic spells and smells
of hearts and flowers,
and old gay tales,
wherever these death-defying deviant truths might lead,
prepared to follow this good faith,
not once doubting what was best for other’s feelings
and warmest thoughts of trust,
was best for both in longer runs of patient faith
for someone made for you
as you are made of me,
or were you too much made by me
with this fertile loyalty
still wondering why we,
fly our ways as part
of two and many million more who dream as one,
yet cherishing our togathering memories.
Without them I would have never known
this feels too much apart.