the first time that wasn't
i was working and you came in to see your friend
i waved bye to my colleague as he left, your arm around his shoulder
the both of you laughing at an inside joke born from fifteen years of friendship
that was three years ago.
the second time that wasn't
came with a text message as i slept: are you free right now
and two hours later, a picture of his new tattoo
i didn't see it then, but you were in the background, laughing
that was two years ago
the third time that wasn't
at a beach at two in the morning: "I have to go, school later."
i got into a taxi and as it left
i saw you arrive, bearing alcohol with a mad grin on your face
that was a year ago
the fourth time that was
a new cafe, the same owner, same friend
you came in again and we made eye contact for the first time
six hours later: hi ___, I think you're pretty!
i laughed.
do you think the universe fights for souls to be together?
