How Is It?

How is it

That we're here?

You and I,

together.

Mere coincidence,

I hope not.

Mistake,

no, I pray.

How is it

that we've so much

in common?

So different,

so close.

We're so near,

but we can't touch.

How is it

that I feel this way?

I don't know you,

we just met.

And yet,

it seems,

between us,

we've spent eternity.

How is it

that we stand here

at the crossroad?

You look right,

I look left.

We meet,

and we leave

each other forever.

How is it

that people accept

a fate like that?

I won't,

but turn and

follow you,

hoping you'll see me

as I see you.