Addressed To Them Both

I see them somedays in my mind's eye, they are arm in arm, peering from a flat a long way up in the Je-Jiang province, the day burning out over dense reds beneath.  I do not like to think of either stuck fast and alone in transit, hauling a case off a flight delayed into a city of ghosts, losing each other's photographs at dawn's border.  Unless ofcourse, they are going home to one another, full of tales and desperate for a kiss.

I am glad that neither of them must wonder of the other from sealing memory, nor wait for each other to arrive, only to be passing through.  I do not wish theirs to be a fleeting bliss, but a daily bliss, annually, in places with alternative headlines, to vitoe our gossip, file bills that need translation and throw out their winning numbers; oblivious.  I wish for them to enjoy life without Next and John Lewis, on toy phones with plastic sweets and pearls, so that mail comes addressed to them both.

I do not like to think of either alone, nor breaking fret at a challenge only to fail without the other there with a mug of tea and popcorn.  I wish for them that they may discuss current headlines that day, not for it to have been a month, or to have missed even a single hair grow.  Their life together is a balancing game and an exploration, may they be each other's country.