Two Strings

should I write your story
a thousand lengths
of string?
time for you
to bathe in glory
Two separate stories
written together
how many crumpled pieces
of paper became imaginary mice
From sprint to crawl
we caught them all
and since..

I know nothing lasts forever
I've learned to get used to
an ever changing weather
plenty memories too
like a ball of yawn
that goes on and on
like all your lives
that pass through mine
I've been here before
with a hundred sighs
on the edge
of a cat's eye
we'll meet and play
and laugh in dreams
where just as you say
we never die.