Twain
Are we the greatest love story untold?
Two geeks passing in the night, crossing paths, touching each other’s being…
What would become of us if we allowed life to take its course?
We dance a dance of wandering fireflies, seeing each other’s light
Not yet ready to unite, but attracted one and the same
Flying close but not yet touching. What winds the future holds
Is up for flight, taking whatever we choose. Will the light
Of geekdom’s fancy draw us to a close of twain?
Hitchhiker 