Life in fives
Although it seems so far
It won’t be
I’ve raised my bar
And now you’re the only one for me
Sitting, waiting, sitting
Thinking and pondering
About five years from now
Will we be holding hands
In the snow?
Or was it never meant?
Was it only a distant utopia?
The fields unspent
Unreachable
Five chances, five fingers, one hand
Yours or mine, for life?
Together, away, or a one-man band …
Three, four, five ...
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