Synchronicity…. part 2

He walked by me, my tree, my friends and my hoops countless times, yet we didn’t know

I spent the summer in his neighborhood, we must have seen each other, yet at the time, two strangers, not knowing the other existed, not knowing what was in store

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He wasn’t available

I was wounded and bleeding

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the fates said no


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We remained strangers

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time passed, the fates, waited


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A stranger moves to the city, our city, not the city where I was raised, and not the city where he was born, but our city nonetheless

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He was available

I was healing

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the fates raised an eyebrow and took note


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She met us both individually, with an idea for each, an idea that bore no fruit, rolls of the dice, snake eyes

yet

she saw something

she felt something

she said something

the gears were set, events were put in motion

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the fates smiled and raised a hand


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the clock struck midnight on my thirty fifth year of life

contact was made

a meeting

then silence

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the fates giggled, toyed, grinned, and cast the dice


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a click

a message

a meeting

a connection

a kiss

an adventure

begins

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the dice crash to the floor and the fates cover the pips


and laugh


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the clock strikes midnight on the year

Synchronicity

 


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