Let us have these conversations
In neutral territory,
Neither in my heart nor yours,
Lest you tell others what it is,
That has us yelling obscenities
At each other, washing our dirty
linen in the streets.
Let us have this talk in this space,
Neither in my car nor yours,
Lest you turn the key and move,
Without looking at how far mine is.
Let us talk endlessly on neutral ground,
Till you are blue in the face,
For you have always hidden the truth,
Making me pinch it out of the hardest rock.
Let us speak these truths
In neutral territory
Lest my heart jumps out
And skips a bit with this pacemaker,
For it has been newly installed,
Causing me to insist that less talk is more.
Let us speak these hopes in the space
between the pews,
Neither on my bench nor yours,
Neither on my side of the church nor yours,
Lest the congregation hears how bad,
Loud and animated I become when angry.
Let us have these conversations
On no man's land,
Neither on your side of the road or mine,
Lest you think of yourself as the owner,
Of the space in between the islands,
When the sirens force us each time,
To move our cars to the side,
To let the ambulance pass,
For you will be glad it was not
Making its final journey with you,
But me whose life has seen a show stopper,
And called him to order in this duel.
Who said we would fight about spaces,
Once Siamese twins joined at the head.
Neither you nor me having a space,
Where the other did not go?
They say things change,
For we two have become disjointed twins,
Me having my head and you yours,
Now Wishing we had been joined at the waist.
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