Crossing paths

We drowned our dreams
In the city
In the canals it proffered
Versions of our selves
Were forsaken in the town
With the beautiful lamp posts

But if we were to ever
Cross paths again
Would we march on ahead
With sleight and abhorrence
Would a hello suffice
With a side of stymied banter

Or would we have to
Endure small talk
In the guise of good faith
Would we project ourselves
As self-sufficient and
With all things copacetic
And with frightening and
An almost synthetic alacrity

But I hope we nod our heads
In mild shame and hilarity
At our younger selves
And speak of how
Our prior predilections
And our rues and mistakes
Were a journey we had to
Embark upon
To only meet again
And muse in amusement