It is true,
Old friend
Maybe just a classmate,
Whose names
Rhymes with carseat
That our encounters
May have been random
And completely by chance
And always unacknowledged
Though aware on all sides
I am sure,
that I pretended
They were not a big deal
but when I go
On evening walks
all by myself
or with one walking friend
I do
Secretly hope
To see you
And run into you
To call you out
And acknowledge
the whole ridiculous
Situation.
It doesn't matter
If it goes nowhere
Just the fact that
We,
Two random
bits of stone
tumbling down the river of life
Have tumbled
Into each other
Once more,
Seemingly out of nowhere.
It ain't a miracle,
But it's something for sure!
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