I still recall
The day he walked into my life.
The way he locked his eyes with mine.
I had heard about him before
But that was before he walked into this door.
He prefers traveling alone
And he hates talking on the phone
He has seen everything.
He craves more,
But he never met someone like me before.
East and west,
Loose at its best
Order and chaos
Fights and ties
Brother and sister,
So different, so complete
That would be you and me.
© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2017.