Poem: Dichotomy

I

She wears my heart around her neck can do with it as she pleases

I hold her love with utmost respect too scared to ruin it

II

We sit in a café drinking coffee late in the day talking the talk of friends

When the end of the cup comes we make our way home now later in the day walking the walk of strangers

III

On the phone when she talks I listen with intent t…