Here I am again
Longing for resolution.
There You go again
Sublimating absolution.
You remember when
We laughed about it then?
I recall now
Thinking naively
In the end.
Here I am again
Content with life's endeavors.
There You go again
Faking lover's fervor?
That tunnel
The stairs
All memories held fair.
Though maybe I should admit I know
I always knew you'd eventually go.

Ever so often I get the urge to write
not about fun, love, or plight
but just about things that come to mind
things that just feel right
Inside and out
we are all the same
when it boils down to it
no one is innately a bad person
We all see, feel, and hurt
We all fall, jump, and laugh
We all dance
Even if it’s just secretly in our rooms alone
without it being known
Even if we’re bad at it
more than likely we are
and that’s half of what makes it so fun.

It was busy that day.
The odds were against me seeing you.
Never-the-less we brushed shoulders on the bustling  sidewalk.
I stopped and turned.
You did not.
“Namaste.”
I thought.
I pressed my hands, and bowed my head.
A gesture you never saw.
I am one to never pass up any opening in meeting someone.
You should never know who will change your life.
Also, never take shoulder bumps for granted.
As I am the one with gum on my shoe.