Stucco Walls of Love

Poem by Esme Coulter 8G

in this life, we were nothing.

the colour of misty grey clouds, the sound of a tv static.

something that just cannot be. like oil and water loving each other like the north and south pole holding hands because no matter how hard we try, we just cannot exist.

but maybe in another world, it’s possible to find.

arboretums still rustling with our soft whispers, cobblestones still dancing to the rhythm of our shoes.

the mediterranean still swimming with our screaming laughs, our bodies floating in peace.

in another world, we work, smooth like coloured oil pastels. but in this world, we repel, rough like warm stucco walls.

while we may still have romance in another world, it is not in this lifetime.

for here, we do not exist. we are nothing.