I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

I shake all the time
because you took down all my walls
and now the weather won't stop
washing over me in powerful tides

We didn’t make it this time, but maybe we could.

Another time, another place.

Maybe another life.

I know we’ll have that coffee in Paris, with champagne on the Eiffel Tower.

Somehow.

I know we will.

Soul mates find each other in the end.