...ponderings...

Who

might it be

that may

make me

two?

Could I lie

beside

one un-

der an infinite sky

of stars at night

as crickets chirp

and fireflies light?

Is it too much to dream?

Things aren't as they seem.

Perhaps, a dream is just that-

I lie here flat

on my bed

alone pondering...

Will I ever wed?

The answer... remains unsaid.

If so, shall be joy.

If not, I employ-

entertain- the thought

that the plan ought

NOT be so.

If so, it shall flow.

If no,

who am I to overthrow?

You know?

...perhaps you don't.