different destinations

there were instances
when growing up
meant growing apart,
but I never thought
it would happen to us.
there was no fork in the road
as Robert Frost claimed,
but twists & turns led
to different destinations.
perhaps someday,
in spite of (or because of)
how dissimilar we are now,
our paths will converge again.

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oceanside contentment

salty air ruffles your hair
as your feet curl into soft sand.
sun sets over rolling ocean waves
& bathes the beach in gold.
beside your best friends,
you laugh until your face hurts
from smiling too much & savor
peace that comes from
being free to be yourself
with kindred spirits.