That memory…

Of when we met by chance

Was it true or imagined?

 

That sentence you began

But never finished…

Was it true or imagined?

 

That moment soaked in feeling

That spilled out of my eyes

Was it true or imagined?

 

The meanings I draw

From your short sentences and your prolonged gaze

Are they true or imagined?

 

What if I trusted

For once

These out-of-sync moments…

 

After all

We don’t always abide

Within strict definitions.

 

We feel

More than our words

Can convey

 

The rest

We let slip past the gaps

Like sand slips through our fingers

 

There are many paths

I haven’t walked…

The roads weren’t paved

 

I couldn’t tell

Where they would go

And would that place be true or imagined?