inheritance

love met her at the crossroads of poetry.
or was it the other way around?
in a fading memory
they were still distinct.
and yet inseparable.
as the dust settled all she wanted
was to meet her benefactor.
once more.
(she wasn't sure why)
one or the other of them.
had left her an inheritance.
even as both repositories of magnanimity
had slipped away just as they had come.
in each other's raging company
on to other unbidden roads
of unsuspectingly hopeful travellers.

perhaps this is how it must be.
perhaps she is never to know
whose legacy it is.
that wistful longing
still searing through her heart.