You #2



Come live with me in the dark.

We’ll never see a mansion, a pool, or a yard.


Come live with me in the heat.

We’ll never feel clean, dry, or sweet.


Come live with me in the noise.

We’ll never hear the whisper of each other’s voice.


Come live with me where it’s cold.

We’ll learn to wear our worn-out clothes, we’ll learn to share our threadbare coat.


Come live with me where it’s hard.

Where the look is the lance—and caresses leave scars.