We fit, you and I,
like a mosaic in a Roman villa:
telling the age-old story of love
that is always the same (always unique).
We fit, you and I,
like freshly laid kitchen tiles:
shimmering in the afternoon sun,
slowly absorbing the comfort of home cooked food.
We fit, you and I,
despite ourselves:
like pavement slabs after years of rain,
uneasy paths for everyone.
We fit, you and I,
sometimes not at all:
like oil and water,
doomed to be forever apart
no matter how hard we try.

Part of #escapril2021. Photo by Alice Butenko.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *