Dearest Sphere,
If by correspondence we would mean
communication, true association,
I would wonder why we haven’t seen
one single word on how we carry on.
Not who we are, as in what we eat,
but how we be while standing side by side,
while holding hands, while walking down the street,
while thinking what to say and what to hide.
Not who we play we are by force of habit,
as in, I am timid, truth be told…
but how we use our voice, how we declare it.
We’d make a declaration to be bold;
“How are you, really?” We would dare to ask.
“How are you being and what is your wish?”
Would we find ourselves up to the task?
Would we share more than our most-loved dish?
“Where is your presence and how is your path?”
Could we have a glowing aftermath?
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Zita Z.
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