There's no knowing
where this is going.
But, right now, I have to believe
in the inconceivable, that
it might just be going somewhere.
We've both done despair too many times
before, and after, in our hysterical laughter
we've written each experience off. You can scoff,
as we wounded do. So predictable and so defensive too.
There's no knowing .... but this time ......?