We are specks, drops of blood, coffee stains on a map.
To find each other, we'd have to travel long, and hard. If we were on a globe - It would be quicker to cut through the beating heart of the earth To find each other. If we were neighbors, I'd like to think we'd be kind. We'd offer salt and milk when needed. We'd shovel snow in winter We'd give each other pumpkin pies And chat about the weather. I'd like to think we'd be friends And play poker so often That we'd know each other's poker faces Better than our own. I'd like to think we'd like each other Like family Like brothers, like sisters Like lovers Like anything other than what we are to each other: Little specks on a map Enemy countries on two separate ends of the earth. Divided, longing, missing To find each other And be the entire map And not specks on it. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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