I can see the convergence
Could it be inevitable that our paths,
Held at arms lentgh for so long and
Bridged by loans of culture
Will become one forward road?
Depressed by city realities;
Yours lifelong, mine adopted,
Cynical romantics with a hopeful eye
But what disillusion will result
After we lose delight in learning one another
Those curves, gaps and dead ends,
So fresh at first to explore?
What happens when all we see in one another's bare fleshy
Frames are familiar cul-de-sacs?
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