Team Poem by Ollie Slaney

Somewhere, somehow, some many miles yonder,
There lives alone the other half of ‘team',
And though sometimes its possible to wonder,
I know she is the woman of my dreams.
I know that more than often it is testing,
And distance etches stretch-marks on our souls,
No slack, no clear (when something's dear) , no resting,
Just ploughing on before the fire goes cold.
But nothing in the world could douse my embers,
And darling you are everything to me,
I hope that one day we'll sit and remember,
The way we flickered on for what will be.

Nothing here is perfect but its true,
And honesty is all I'll give to you.