Stop Signs

like anything in life

you adapt to it

the silence and the emptiness

the memories, the happy and the awful ones

shaking off my thoughts and my tears

like the shakiness of everyday life

rumbling and tumbling all over

like driving a truck too large for a human being to comprehend

swaying and swerving with the speed and wind on it's sails

but what is too small or too big for us as a species

but what is incomprehensible for one may be mundane for another

for in a few lifetimes

the cosmos will be ours

a speck in our palms

dust in our lashes

but in all those possibilities

in all these multiverses and parallels

in all these other lives

will we be together 

next to each other by our front porch

me enjoying my frappucino from starbucks

you slurping your bubble tea with less ice

will that be our lifetime?

will we endure that long, that far?

or was this just it, my love?

life and love

are never just direct highways, aren't they?

no stop signs or speed limits

but when we've gone that far, past the limits

of our humanity and our perception

what else is left to say?

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