it’s never over

who knows where one will end up

and whom one will end up with

what if frieda had returned to the kids

what-ifs of the past and those before us

encumbered by possibilities we must live

what if emily wasn’t lonely

or what if she would’ve met shiv

who knows if we will meet again

and if once again we’ll kiss

every infatuation is the love of a life

every moment fated bewitched

for who knows which way life’ll swing

who knows what trajectories we’ll take

or the way that things’ll shape

who knows if we will meet again

and if love again we’ll make