Diverged

The gap between
you      and       me
is g r o w i n g.
Has the river forked?

What matters to you is not the same as what matters to her is not the same as what matters to me.

A husband.
A child.
A wedding.
A career.
A kitchen set.
A house.

TV.
School.
Internet.
Friends.
Boys.
Mostly fictional boys.

I feel so young. You seem so old.
We stepped off at the same point. Same sort of boat.
Maybe your river is not the same as mine at all.