He’s to the left.
I’m to the right,
our backs bent into
the rope of our beliefs.
We are both closest
to the center line,
so close we could
hold hands. Dare we?
Dare we drop our grip?
Abandon our teams
and The Struggle,
to sit side by side
in some little cafe where
love is always waiting?
Jannie Funster
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If only!
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