US

Do all love stories
begin with two strangers 
seeking some meaning
or illusion of completion
or culmination?


The paths that we walked together
would they be same 
after all these years
or the footprints of
more lovers (like we were back then)
and the ravages of the 
tyrant called Time
would have blurred ours?


Does all human love
run this familiar course
attraction,submission
and dissolution?


The stranger becoming "us"
is intense
but then isn't  a part of "us"
becoming stranger again 
equally incisive?