The Vagabond

Sometimes I have these conversations in my head.
Of you and me!
And the universe conspiring.
Of love and hatred,
Of right and wrong,
Of black and white,
Of truth and lies,
Of the reasons we were,
And of the reasons we weren’t.
Of the love we had in our souls,
And of the lust which broke us apart.
Sometimes I have these images in my mind.
Of you and me,
And the world apart !