I drempt of you last night
and what might happen if
entirely through happenstance
we were to meet up once again
in some random corner of this
ever expanding world
Would we recognize each other,
the people we’ve turned out to be?
With all those scars and memories
between us now and who we were
when we were young and insincere
who knows where the road might lead?
But with the miles and the years gone by
things could, would never be the same
as they might have been
But maybe we could find something
to take the place of fantasies
better left for other worlds and timelines
Or more likely that we never cross again
outside of idle thoughts that flitter through
It is not ours to see the destination,
only the path that lies ahead
and our roads seem to only intersect s
omewhere in that rear-view mirror
I so often get lost in