The Difference A Million Makes

One day

a million miles,

a million years,

a million thoughts,

and a million lessons away,

We'll see one another again

We'll bump into one another on the street

Or Ill drop' my purse

and you'll help me pick it up

or you'll hold the door open

not realizing at first-

the very person-

you are giving favor too

is the one person you owe favor

to the most

and serendipitously,

or auspiciously,

depending on who's

window

you are viewing

this from

your's would be the former

and mine the latter

we meet again.

And this time its sweet

but its aftertaste is

faintly bitter,

as if the ingredients

are just not

quite,

what they should be

because-

in your eyes is the sorrow

and finally the understanding

of the million glimpses of me-

I gave to you,

and how you never really took the

time to appreciate

any single one

and so in this moment

all the things you wished

not to see

became all you could

see

all the little doors

I granted you access to

were blown wide open

in realization

of the we

we could have been

and the

effervescent regret

bubbled beneath your surface

and in what seemed to

be

a last attempt

to access those

hidden pieces of me

you lay the pieces of you

on the cement

in the middle of the street

unknowing-

that those little whispers in the dark

those sparks of veracity

I gave you so swiftly

a lifetime ago

were no longer yours to behold

and in that moment

in the middle of the street

a million miles

a million years

a million thoughts

and a million lessons away,

you looked into the eyes

of what very well could have been

your future

but then I turned away

and looked into the eyes of my future,

a future I never would have

had the chance to find

if I was the the future

you had chose.