Part of me - hopes so and part hopes not
to run into you - two paths: one we meet
embrace: all is peace: the other we meet
I glance down and see a tiny copy of you
and all is peace. I hope for both and hope
for none. I hope is all I have - and all I want
for I do not know which is less travelled*
which is most needed for us both to be
the beings who we are meant to love
let us love - through the ages, the dense forest
the swamps, the sands, the very ocean
that keeps us tethered but then ten years
ago you wrote: but that is not what ships are for
*The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost