the next life

will we know each other

in the next life?

she asks

as we sit at the table

eating eggs,

nibbling on bacon.

buttering toast.

i don't think we know

each other now,

i tell her.

so, i guess the answer,

is probably not.

we'll keep things hidden

and have secrets

then too, i imagine.

but i guess if we run into

each other

when we're out and about,

we'll stop and say hello.