I travel forward and then back

You journey side to side

To think we’ve intersected

Our trajectories perfected

Such staggering odds so stacked

The oceans of space and time

Our loop cycles on and on

A circle never broken

One word left unspoken

And yes there is a reason – always the quiet rhyme

To cherish while we’re gone

It seems that I am somehow yours

And you are somehow mine

~j.d.schofield