In Another Time

If we had lived before where would we have found ourselves? In the countryside where roads were dirt and not tar and skinned knees and elbows would leave a scar. In the city crowded and buzzing with life clutching at the task of living full of strife. You were from the city and hated all the hustle I was from the country loving but dreaming of Brussels. You said you had been there and not once seen me I was never there just in my dreams of what could be. Then some how in the time that faded quickly in the sun you and I met casually and suddenly were one. How was that possible having grown miles and states apart but who's to say how it happens, meeting of the hearts. In another time, just a second beyond our reach we would have never met as you disliked the beach The city never called to me, so I stayed away but a chance gathering took place at that pocono chalet. Whisked into being,a love that stretched past fifty years into what became the tale of joys and tears. But in another time, a chance might have us never met grateful now I live in memory without regrets.