plans

let us meet
once in a year
a leap year perhaps
on a random day
neither picks,
chosen by elimination.
let us meet
and not talk.
not watch others.
not fiddle with our phones.
not catch up on lives
that steadily walk away from the other.
and when our time is done
let us go back
to wherever is home
knowing it shall nevermore be
where it once was
in that shared balcony
when your music
and my words
found wholeness together.