Off-Kilter Destiny

I am thinking about how I said that one day
I may be a time traveler

and I may end up on an empty lonely planet,
not one with a rose under glass though, waiting
for you, and how I meant that, even if I had to wait

forever almost, I would and even if you tarried, I would never have
stopped preparing for your arrival. Even if our timing
was out of sync and when you finally
got there, I had long since died again, the entire planet would
have been covered by my prose, every dusty atom
infused by my longing, every surface etched
in tribute to you.

Now that I am thinking about this again, (since things have changed
between us), I guess I meant that in the preferred version,
it'd be you and me happy like kids holding hands, excited

about our next adventure, but, more
than that, I had already assumed that we were each other's
elixir of bliss, and there, distant there, we would be wholly free
of the exigencies of life, as if that were all
that ever stood in our way.

I draw and erase
the images from time to time, shooting for one success story,

even if it is only in eternity. 

I think that fairy tale reunion was because I felt like I was already
waiting for you here on this planet, lonely for you, thinking

if I hung around long enough and wrote another poem,

fate would fall in line. 

Or maybe it's not that bad after all.  Even though on earth
you are vigilantly busy preventing the slightest breach
in your armored fortress and we never last, maybe I

have been miserly in my possibility thinking

and perhaps the story line isn't foolish at all.  Maybe when I get
to that distant unexplored shore, surprise!, you will have rushed

to get there first and will be waiting for

me.

And since we're talking possibilities, maybe I
won't wonder anymore if

you love me or, a little more

painful yet, like today, know that you

don't.

Maybe with regard to physics and space-time and

energy, mass and wonder, our love

was like that of Skip and Beatrice, ill-fated and
bitter in the end.  Maybe I shouldn't take it
personally and it was just that
destiny was off-kilter somehow and by mistake
we ended up like Kazak and his master who

were torn away from Titan
by chronosynclastic infundibulum,

one before

the other.