maybe I'll regret

this -

these words that tumble unwanted from my

lips in a rush to meet you.

yet maybe still our silence is its

own regret.

and only later do we weep soundless at

our present being.

it seems there's always a maybe at the

end of every moment.

this then is ours…our moment, our question,

our answer.

this is at once our ending and our

hope for a new beginning.

maybe –

this is all we need.