POETRY

“The Enemy I Love”

A simple poem

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In the same bed we sleep,

our minds unalike,

souls lost, then found;

year after year,

the leaves change in fall,

snowy sidewalks cleared in winter.

Hot summers, long nights,

fruit gardens that flourish,

with stories of hope

and the way it used to be.

Coffee and eggs, pot pie dinners,

words that challenge,

and those that comfort,

under an open sky,

where walks are taken.

Kiss me, don’t kiss me,

I’m mad, you’re not,

the time it goes and goes,

swirling like the wind.