If time is like a river, flowing endlessly,
Does that entail there there are forks? 
Or alterations to the stream?
Is there a time, a place, a world,
Where I never knew you?
Never knew your smile,
Never knew your touch,
Never knew the pesky little things,
That make me love you so much?
How would your life be, 
For this other you I do not know,
Would you still be you?
Or more importantly, would I be me?
Would life be completely different?
Or would we just not be 'we'?
Destiny, us together, or just a chance?
A stroke of luck, or fate's eternal dance?
Spiraling downward then, but upward now,
Would I meet you afterall? In a different way,
Or how?
I think so.
And I think it would be on today in that place.
Why, you ask? I smile, and think for a moment,
About my life, about my past and future,
Till I smile, at last, and give you my boyish grin.
I think so, because in that other place, I will have spent,
All this life I have, without being by your side.
And to me, that isn't living.
The other me, would as well have never taken a breath.
Besides, after all that wasted living, today seems perfect.
It's about time.