Deeply embedded in the mire of thought
In the war prisons of the enemies
In the night that separates and unites
Our disparate cities
I hold you inwardly
Everything I ever do
Is shrouded in a black and white painting
A still shot of what we thought we would be
And is the color I see
The color of my fingertips
Touching the clouds
And other things I can't hold onto to
We plant a seed together
But without water it never grows

What do we have?