I like to
travel with you – there is a sweetness
in our
camaraderie which lends a lightness
to the
tightness of experience I often underwent
when we were
separate. To season life –
to pepper it
– with your and my inimitable
takes on what
we see: I like the difference
this makes
between the “you” you seem to be
and my own
panoply. I wish that I were strong
enough to
hold you on my back, the way you’re
always
holding me: I hope someday to make up
for that
lack. But now, with what great tenderness
I find I’m savoring the plural pronoun we!.
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