a typewriter poem. A girl found me in the market one week and promised she would return with an excuse for me to write something for her. She did. This is for her best friend in Spain. She cried.

 

refugees who sought refuge in each other

found friendship far from home

grew together       on diverging paths

you – emotional, in touch with yourself

me – cold hearted bitch

together – two halves of a whole

soulmates

complementing and complimenting each other

 

knowing each other better

than we know ourselves

we are complete opposites and together we are complete

when i need you, you are there                 always

no nonsense              no bullshit                no nothing but love

i find refuge in you                       my soulmate                     my other half

you will always be the best

best friend

best friend

best friend

sara, my princess

my refuge