Poem: Sometimes, Sometimes

There's this soul I'm in love with

She probably knows

But not the depth of it

Inside her mind live interactions

Interactions, distractions

Distractions, interactions

I cycle through

Endless wonders of what it means

To feel so understood

But to not understand

Somewhere beyond these hemispheres

Lie possibilities

A glimpse of probability

Paths do cross but for what reason

I get so close to what it means

Sometimes, sometimes