Bird in the lost lands

due to circumstances, zack and I  have decided to chill out for awhile. It was mutual we are fine. Just crappy times. So I have been thinking about this e e Cummings poem that I dearly love.


It may not always be so;and I say
That if your lips, which I have loved,should touch
Another's and your dear strong fingers clutch
His heart as mine in time not far away;
If on another's face your sweet hair lay
In such a silence as I know, or such
Great writhing words as, uttering overmuch,
Stand helplessly before the spirit at bay;

If this should be, I say If this should be-
You of my heart,send me a little word;
That I may go unto him, take his hands,
Saying, accept all happiness from me.
Then shall I turn my face, and hear one bird
Sing terribly afar in the lost lands.