Rabbit Room day twelve: Question

Where do we come from? What are we? Where are we going? – Paul Gauguin
 
i always wondered
where you’d end up.
where your passions
would lead you.
astray or whatever.
it’s been seven years
since i last saw you.
not much has changed.
am i still the same?
maybe? are you?
i think not – you’ve changed
your hair, the way you dress,
how you carry yourself.
will our paths ever cross?
they never have.
we travel in different circles
but could circle back easily
enough. there could be
conversations. or silence.
we don’t have to discuss
the past. it’s the past.
just keep moving.