365 Days · Poetry

87 – Whatever We Are

Is it fool me once
Shame on me?
Or has it come back
Because I set it free?
Did it end for a reason
Or with a change of season?
Have we reunited because
Of so long divided?
Was it meant to be?
Are you here for me?
Now suddenly I realise
Without trying to trivialise
I’m thinking about it too hard
We are whatever we are.

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