when i first met you i honestly

thought nothing of you. knowing

absolutely nothing about someone

is quite a dangerous concept.

they could be wearing their heart on

their torn and tattered sleeve and you

would never see it until later on

down the road. or maybe they'd

be holding a knife to your throat

and you never feel the pain of the blade

until that one evening when they'd had

too much wine and you'd had too little...

but i still remember the way your eyes

found mine, the way we seamlessly

communicated without words even when

we didn't know each other. i asked once

if you believed in soulmates and you

told me you didn't. fate was the thread

of fairy tales but this was real life.

you called it happenstance, a coincidence

that we ran into each other, that we ended

up like this. and i don't know which scares

me more...the fact that we may never

talk again in a few months or the fact

that maybe, just maybe, we were just

happenstance- a happy accident that

occur on our crossing paths.

but how long do our red threads tangle for?

i wish it was for eternity, your hand in mine,

palm against palm, heart to heart, soul to soul.