Cubs

There is a world in which we never left:
We moved uptown, became what you become
When everything is usual. Bereft
Of any reason to do otherwise,
We settled in--a common, routine hum
Of day to day. What everyone would do:
A situation full of unsurprise.
I was I had been, you were as you;
We got a dog we walked beside the lake
(You're still allergic, so no cat in sight).
I wonder what those two of us would make
Of what just happened. Would it be delight,
Or would they wish that they were us, away
From all the madness sweeping yesterday?