Did you wait for that strange evening
when your nametagged double approached you
at the intersection of parties
with an update on the cast and crew of your old life
when friends came together weekly
to compare fonts
and share experiments in words?
Your former self was there too
and your lover
retracing the mistakes you both made
on a street map
the high points bolded in pigment
doors opening as you passed your fingers over them.
There is still time, you know.
There always is (at least we’d like to believe).
Your trusty steed awaits.
You can travel to whatever farther reaches
appealed to you when you saw them -
for the first time was it? - whiteboarded
alphabetically in Ben & Jerry’s on Lark.
