you and I we shared so much
fears and hopes and dreams,
yes and some realities, too, like love and desperation
created by the storms of life
and words we share – of course –
these little chunks of letters, we
put them together anew each time
again and again
used by you and me
over and over but
never sucked dry of their meaning
we write them, erase them, rewrite, form and deform
we subdue them to our minds
changing them to something always new and
reveal our secret selves along
with these plain pieces of black and blue ink
yes, we are kindred spirits
craving words and creating
our world
together