So here we are, the two of us, the two of us alone.
We share a common plot of earth, we share a common stone.The worm that grazes near my door has double pasture now, The beetle digging overhead has twice the land to plow.
We lie upon our narrow cots, apart and yet so near,
If I should knock against my wall I think that you would hear.
If you should sigh or call my name beneath the bitterweed,
Though I grow fond of quietness I think that I would heed,
Because we once lay flesh to flesh, who now lie one and one,Beneath a firmament of grass, beneath a granite sun.