To smell the nice mix of faded deo and faded sweat ..
to find a home in his tight embrace ..
to play with his stupid sleeping face ..
That’s all I am asking for,
that’s all that seems so far away,
in some other life, on a distant day –
To dance at our family festivals,
to scream at colourful carnivals !
to tend me in lonely sickness,
to know and protect his weakness,
to paint our clothes and wear them,
to imagine up dragons and dare them !
to fight and hit and still care,
to walk with him towards nowhere ..
to want and to be wanted,
to take each other for granted ..
That’s all I had asked for,
that’s all I shall not get,
that’s all my heart should forget.
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