when i first met you i honestly
thought nothing of you. knowing
absolutely nothing about someone
is quite a dangerous concept.
they could be wearing their heart on
their torn and tattered sleeve and you
would never see it until later on
down the road. or maybe they'd
be holding a knife to your throat
and you never feel the pain of the blade
until that one evening when they'd had
too much wine and you'd had too little...
but i still remember the way your eyes
found mine, the way we seamlessly
communicated without words even when
we didn't know each other. i asked once
if you believed in soulmates and you
told me you didn't. fate was the thread
of fairy tales but this was real life.
you called it happenstance, a coincidence
that we ran into each other, that we ended
up like this. and i don't know which scares
me more...the fact that we may never
talk again in a few months or the fact
that maybe, just maybe, we were just
happenstance- a happy accident that
occur on our crossing paths.
but how long do our red threads tangle for?
i wish it was for eternity, your hand in mine,
palm against palm, heart to heart, soul to soul.