the travel poem

What if these letters had nowhere to go

What it I found that I could no longer

Tell you how what I'm thinking
of the strange plans I have
and listen to the stranger plans from you
and wonder how the fit together

They are all set to finally expire unfulfilled

What if we cannot share laughter
and only complain apart

And why don’t we share everything

If that is what we seem to want

There are beautiful sunsets in the west

Red skies painted in ever changing pastels

The clouds remind me there is beauty
whether anyone sees them or not

memories add meanings
and dreams add surrealism
that begs us for clarification
which egos want to share

When life is not shared
with someone you love

it is less than half a life
but it is still living
Wherever we are alone
wondering where we'll be
and who we'll be with
when our dreams and our memories
meet on some foreign road