Stanzas for Sunday

If anything happens between you and me,

To bring us together, I hope it will be

Fulfilling and comforting: both equally

For I feel you are where I belong.

I hope there is friendship, exuberant, lasting

I hope there are hugs, for too long I’ve been fasting

I hope for a mutual deep understanding:

A wish overwhelmingly strong.

But people have rights to decide what they want.

During lunch, maybe, they can leave the restaurant

If you wish, you can leave on a trip with your aunt;

There’s no need to feel tethered to me.

By the same token, I might discover I’ve changed

In some way, gross or subtle, to something quite strange

Or perhaps we shall never be sad or estranged

Whatever is best, let it be.

And to tell you the truth, though I can’t see the future

I feel that we two are bound tight by a suture

And it’s likely enough you’ll for e'er know this moocher;

That’s Something that I’d like to see,

For I feel you are where I belong.