Love at First Sight

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They're both convinced

that a sudden passion joined them.

Such certainty is beautiful,

but uncertainty is more beautiful still.

Since they'd never met before, they're sure

that there'd been nothing between them.

But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways---

perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?

I want to ask them

if they don't remember---

a moment face to face

in some revolving door?         

perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?           

a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?     

but I know the answer.         

No, they don't remember.

       

They'd be amazed to hear       

that Chance has been toying with them now for years.             

Not quite ready yet             

to become their Destiny,       

it pushed them close, drove them apart,       

it barred their path,           

stifling a laugh,               

and then leaped aside.   

     

There were signs and signals,   

even if they couldn't read them yet.             

Perhaps three years ago         

or just last Tuesday           

a certain leaf fluttered from one shoulder to another?           

Something was dropped and then picked up.       

Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished         

into childhood's thicket?       

There were doorknobs and doorbells               

where one touch had covered another beforehand.   

Suitcases checked and standing side by side.     

One night, perhaps, the same dream,           

grown hazy by morning.         

Every beginning is only a sequel, after all,   

and the book of events         

is always open halfway through.