I sit, often late at night

And I ponder,

I wonder

Where life will take us,

You and I,

I try to imagine

How things will be

If we

Ever become one.

It is not

That I regret

My past

Though, it fast

Becomes whispers

In the cacophony

Of my life.

Just think, my love

We can drink

Each other's lives

And become intoxicated

Renovated

Re-evaluated

And sated,

With the sight

Of each other.

We can learn,

Earn

Each other's love 

Then rest,

In the best

of each other.

So when I sit,

Late

At night

And ponder,

Wonder

Where life will take us,

Know this:

I think of us.

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Owain Glyn