To Love

We don't wake up together
I wake up in an abandoned room by the sea
You wake up opening the window of your bedroom
Yet we share the same bed
You drink freshly brewed tea
I bandage the wounds of my heart
Your day is a road which leads to another road, then to a building and
       then to a road in the grid of the city
My day is a corridor that runs through my veins and is closed with copper
We make our way home
You wear your purple cloth in order to match the colour of clocks
And I wear my Afghan patu (blanket)
Such a good time for green tea
Meals bring us together
TV, computer, news bring us together
I love you
Like the fire loving the stove
And you love me like a stove loving the firewood
We warmly embrace one another
And each of us dreams our own dreams

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