Star-Crossed

Would I were sick and you the cause
for that would mean that we had met
and perhaps kissed and perhaps paused

while picking out a dinette set
at Levitz, argued sentiment
and practicality, and yet

chose one, laughing, had it sent
to our small cottage, bright and new
and mortgaged. (Well, at least no rent!)

But I'm not sick, and nor are you.
We have not met, nor will, because
I live Red and you live Blue

or, like, the other way around.
In any case, in different towns.