Brink of the Fall
A curious thought crossed your
lips
One October day on the brink
of fall:
"Couldn't it be a coincidence
That we ever met at all?"
And your thoughtful moment
passed,
Left you feeling small,
As the question hung in the
quiet air
And we both seemed to stall.
I remember I smiled, amusedly,
My gaze intensifying twoforth
hence:
"I love you, dear, and you
know I don't
Believe in coincidence."
Author's Notes: The word
coincidence just popped into my head one night, and I don't know why, but
this is what came out. It's a mix of a lot of things, actually, I
hope it isn't too strange. ^_^; The title does have a double-meaning, but
it's nothing worth explaining.
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