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