"So here we are again."
"So it seems" Miss Insomnia taunted.
"You know how it is." "Without life's little
distracting way, you're pretty much mine."
"You need me, as much as,
I need you."
Closing her eye's and sighing,
the sometimes quiet woman,
looked into her nemesis' comforting eyes,
and nodded her head slightly.
Without any words to respond.
It was a pure and complete,
understanding.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem