I smile

cousins

I smile

as you do

There is a resemblance

in our faces

I’m not yet truly happy

and yet I smile

as I sit on a bench

in your favourite city

When will you give me your arm

and walk together with me

and marvel in front of each beauty

we along the path see

When will the towns we live in

become truly ours

as we bring to them new colours and new lights

as we add magic and mystery to each stone

as we make disorienting what was straight and boring

adding a layer of colours as a sunset sun on a lake would

solely by being in one another’s company