I left the shore

to go out with you

and now we’re here

I wonder

Are we together?

Or are you here

—next to me— 

Coincidentally?

Is it but for a moment?

Am I yours,

and you mine?

Or is this happenstance—

simply passing time?

We don’t have to stay

however you decide

But I feel I should know:

Can I hold on to you?

Or will you let go?