© 1998 by Diane L. Schirf
Where have you gone
And why?
Did you leave?
Or did I?
What was said
Is no more.
What was done
Is forgotten.
Not meant
Not heard
Not remembered
Simply not.
A new world is ours
Unknown, unexplored
Unencumbered by the other.
Immeasurably apart.
Yours has grown
From the breakup of mine.
Yours took, or mine gave.
Inevitable physics.
And so we drift
Infinitely outward.
Perhaps all this only
To meet again.
When time is no more.