Our messes mesh well, don't you think?
Dirty plates in the sink and slates on the brink
of never being clean.
Your scrips for day and mine for night -
no unaltered time
or be driven to despair
by a longing to repair
our tears and tatters.
These things don't matter
in a locked room
without a key.
The Sunday Whirl words for Open Link Monday at Real Toads