every-where’s coming together
we stand in stations, thread ourselves
through tram lines, linking fingers until
wherever home might be i know it’s here
everyone’s coming together when they
touch my arms and tell me how long it’s been
(and I talk about you over whiskey and a grin)
thinking how grown up we’re allowed to be
my bank balance is zero, stripped down to
master bedrooms and living room furniture
we talk about soon, with both our names on bills
knowing that everything’s coming together.
