Two Monkeys

When I was young I believed
 There were two monkeys here
 Living in the trees between my house and the sea
 Someone told me once that was their home
 But that their life was sad, because they were alone
 No matter how high they were climbing up the trees
 I observed them several times from my house here
 They were never at the same place
 For their eyes to meet
 As if they'd lost the will to speak and hear
 Their eyes always looking far toward the sea
 Their mouths closed in fear of what they could see
 Their wishes to meet disappearing with years
 Someone says they just lived in fear
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 Someone told me my house is not there anymore
 And the trees are now season tourist shops
 I still think about the monkeys and their trees
 I tried since then not to look far toward the sea
 And so I missed my last change to look around
 And all I'm left with is the memory of the sound
 Of the sea and their voice in the mute summer sights
 Dreaming of going up high enough,
 Maybe on a kite
 No matter how high they were climbing up the trees
 I observed them several times from my house here
 They were never at the same place
 For their eyes to meet
 And then they lost the will to speak and hear
 Their eyes always looking far toward the sea
 Their mouths closed in fear
 Of what they couldn't see
 The memory of them disappearing with years
 Someone says they still meet every night at the pier