Everyone I’ve ever met
is supposed to be a little tired
in the afternoon on a Monday
thinking about if it’s too late
for another cup of coffee
Everyone I’ve ever met
is supposed to be staring into space
and wondering
what last night’s dreams mean
and what they should eat for dinner
Everyone I’ve ever met
is supposed to live forever
and never say goodbye
or change, really
at least not all that much
Everyone I’ve ever met
is supposed to be out there
to bump into and catch up with
and together we should have
infinite potential
to reconnect or make amends
or just remember
when our lives were tangled
and our paths were yet ahead
and feel that melancholy togetherness
of nostalgia
despite, despite, despite