Maybe


All the people we have met
and all the people we have yet to meet
exist so we can find them.

We could exchange a set of directions,
guiding us to the next place
we are meant to go.

And as we go,
we must try to believe that maybe--
just maybe, this could be
our last stop.

That maybe
the next person we meet
will not have a set of directions.
Maybe they will offer us
something beautiful enough to stay.

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