It seems that you were angry
Eating burnt steak ribs as you watched
The Chicago bulls as I had calmed down
Changing faces, she took your place
In Canada our encounter a true synchronicity
You who stood as my shadow
In your craft
Five years were wasted on
Bookings and missed flights
A disappointing anti-climax
To wake up to your dishonour
Still, these days, elation flies
New plans for the morning
Will be dreamed in her youth
As she stretches her arms
To new vistas mapped
The voyaging sail of her dress
Studying abroad will return home
To where we live
Like heaven on earth
He wrote of our past and of
Our future
It was written
Like it was meant to be
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