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.