me and Mary

we talked about
aloneness
and loneliness
and being alone and that if we happened to die
in a sleep,
who would know
but us,
the
deceased.
and we
talked of
reinvention
and recarnation
and
just being who we
are supposed to be,
if we ever
figure
out
that.
and we spoke about
despair and confusion
and
trying to decide between
the present
and what might
be in the future. and, of course,
we talked about
The Journey
and where to go
and why
and with whom
and when
and ended up
in just about
the same
place
we started.
or maybe not. for if each
thought
is
a
step,
then perhaps
there was some
advance.
then,
we hugged
and
said goodbye. each off, again,
on the quest
to slay
or to save,
and who would know
which?
who could
know
which.