Sometimes I think too much.
When the power is out and the world is silent.
Like the fact that
I could have met you
In the store down the way.
And thought,
What a cute girl.
But not known that I should stay.
I could have met you
In a car lot behind the desk
And thought,
I should definitely ask her out.
But never take the risk.
I could have met you
In passing at a ball
And never quite learned
How hard I can fall.
And yet, here we are.
Is it a happy little accident?
Or a lucky star?
Do I care with a feeling so decadent?
Probably not.
But.
In the moment,
I spare a passing thought.
And a fervent thanks
For whatever brought
Such beauty into my life.
And let it stay
For more than a passing moment.
