Maybe lives are like ribbons:
they converge and then
cross, and keep crossing.
Like two heartbeats on one
monitor. Like strands of DNA twisting
over and over. And oh, their
dance! It’s like watching the stars
collide, or throwing Pop Rocks on
weathered sidewalks.
But then, it’s the trails left by a
meandering ship. It’s the crackle
at the fall of a firework.
It’s the wondering and the waiting:
Will we ever meet again?
And then,
more quietly:
Will we ever be the same?