They're both convinced<br />that a sudden passion joined them.<br />Such certainty is beautiful,<br />but uncertainty is more beautiful still.<br /><br />Since they'd never met before, they're sure<br />that there'd been nothing between them.<br />But what's the word from the streets, staircases, hallways--<br />perhaps they've passed by each other a million times?<br /><br />I want to ask them<br />if they don't remember--<br />a moment face to face<br />in some revolving door?<br />perhaps a "sorry" muttered in a crowd?<br />a curt "wrong number" caught in the receiver?<br />but I know the answer.<br />No, they don't remember.<br /><br />They'd be amazed to hear<br />that Chance has been toying with them<br />now for years.<br /><br />Not quite ready yet<br />to become their Destiny,<br />it pushed them close, drove them apart,<br />it barred their path,<br />stifling a laugh,<br />and then leaped aside.<br /><br />There were signs and signals,<br />even if they couldn't read them yet.<br />Perhaps three years ago<br />or just last Tuesday<br />a certain leaf fluttered<br />from one shoulder to another?<br />Something was dropped and then picked up.<br />Who knows, maybe the ball that vanished<br />into childhood's thicket?<br /><br />There were doorknobs and doorbells<br />where one touch had covered another beforehand.<br />Suitcases checked and standing side by side.<br />One night, perhaps, the same dream,<br />grown hazy by morning.<br /><br />Every beginning<br />is only a sequel, after all,<br />and the book of events<br />is always open halfway through.