Together Poem by John Yaws

I've been thinking lately-
I had to ask myself...
Is there any hope for us?
Or, what do we have left?

I guess that we've used all the words
Explaining how we feel...
I've asked myself, I'm asking you-
Is any of it real?

Can we really call it love-
And yet remain apart?
I know we both have shed our tears-
And had our broken hearts.

Some tell me I am jaded-
A cynic without peer...
In spite of that, I really wish,
That I could have you here.

Why? ... I'd like to be with you-
And maybe hold your hand.
And share my wild and misspent life,
And have you understand...

The things which serve to make me, me-
The lonely miles and years-
The deserts, and the mountains, blurred...
Seen through a veil of tears.

I'd take you back where I was raised-
We'd walk the country lanes-
We'd drive to Arizona, and-
Then we would ride the plains...

I'd like to just be with you-
To have you at my side...
They'd say above our bleaching bones
'Together, here, they died'.