The Way It Is

It's not San Diego, 1987.
It's here and now.
I'm not with you in Tennesee,
I'm with Amy in Texas.

Even then, when we were
In the same place at the same time;
We were truly someplace else
With someone else.

Perhaps ourselves, perhaps not;
We make our choices and
We live our lives.
Such is life and living.

Our paths crossing
Then going our separate ways.
Over the years, the surprise phone call,
Card, or letter (text/email).

At the odd visit
We'll consume copius amounts
Of white wine,
Talk about old times.

Then we'll complain about ourselves,
Share what's going on in our lives.
Waking up and after
Coffee and cigarettes, continuing on our ways.

Following our individual paths
Until the next time, if God wills it.
Meanwhile, the wine is chilling
And the coffee brewing.