If every time we agree to disagree
On whether life is a decisive walk,
or a ponderous stray.
Then those hours we wiled away
Belonged to sleep.
The tears, near-tears and non-tears
Were futilely shed
Whom is it we have asked,
When questions reach a full stop,
About something greater than us all,
About life post-death.
Perhaps, there is a lodestar,
In some horizonless landscape.
From which no belief is anchored,
To which we both can navigate.
But as it is, I reach for you
And find a defeat profound.
All the points you and I pose
Confess only the unsaid,
That dialectics have failed us,
That we dance without grace.
If every time we agree to disagree,
Then why is there a sadness in you,
And a guilt in me.
And why must our simple differences,
Mean such complicated things.
