The Thoughts of a Path Ologist

On the far side of a Friday,

I found myself in love with you---

not so much you, but the idea of you---

of you and me

and of course, we managed to find each other;

because that's what our kind of people do

with our faulty magnets and our notions of the North and South Pole

in times like these

in moments of convenience

and in a lack of inspiration

---strokes of luck and coincidence

now cosmic in their legacy

perhaps---

perhaps, this wasn't the road we should have taken

and we could have worked our bodies into atrophy

and our arms into each other

and felt all the better about the runaround---

and the truth that misery does not, in fact, love company