The evening advances, then withdraws again <br />Leaving our cups and books like islands on the floor. <br />We are drifting, you and I, <br />As far from another as the young heroes <br />Of these two novels we have just laid down. <br />For that is happiness: to wander alone <br />Surrounded by the same moon, whose tides remind us of ourselves, <br />Our distances, and what we leave behind. <br />The lamp left on, the curtains letting in the light. <br />These things were promises. No doubt we will come back to them.<br /><br />Hugo Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tides/
