Late at night lying in my room
I ponder how I wound up next to you
Is my story bound at the seams?
Am I just a sentient machine?
Drifting around, in this narrative I found
One and wondering
Every curve and weave along the way
Did I ever truly have a say?
Each encounter merely by chance
Or some author's grander master plan?
We won't know 'til the end
But for now my beautiful friend
We're just one and wondering
As I fondle lush and wilting fronds
The stems and leaves thrum and bob
The walls dissolve and we are alone
Into a space all our own
You and me, together stranded at sea
One and wondering