Mismatch

I remember not so long ago,
sharing dreams in the night.
Each with our notebooks
and mere candlelight.

Music illustrated the evening's tone.
We were together yet we were alone.
And, I remember crazy nights
we turned into flings,
carrying on as the songbird sings.

I wonder today where you are headed.
I hope you don't regret it.
I wonder if you'll strive to get somewhere,
or settle for contentment in your nowhere.

Two different foundations;
two different directions;
a common presence

June 10, 1995