Accidents

I

A missed phone call, a wrong number

A whisper carried by the wind and waves.

A wayward kiss whisked away by the breeze

frozen in mid-air, waited for the right

moment to fall in your open hand.

An accident that was all it was.

II

It was not meant to happen.

We lived in different worlds.

I had mine and you had yours.

Our stars only aligned with a

“hi and goodbye…”

III

That stranger introduced by a friend

whose name you can’t remember.

Warm eyes, cool handshake

a face that seems familiar.

Like a picture with its own memory of time.

Oblivious of the intricate weave

of gold and silver upon the light of the moon.

IV

It seems you were always under that dim-red lamppost

waiting for something that fate might unfold.

V

Weightless as a feather

Rocking gently, falling slowly

Upon an open heart, an open palm

No expectations of the beauty

and tragedy that may come.

VI

“Excuse me, you look familiar.”

“It seems I’ve lost my phone.”

“…Someone must have stolen it.”

“Can I borrow yours?”

VII

What if I’ve never met you?

What if I’ve never known you?

An accident that was all it was.