He walked by me, my tree, my friends and my hoops countless times, yet we didn't know
I spent the summer in his neighborhood, we must have seen each other, yet at the time, two strangers, not knowing the other existed, not knowing what was in store
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He wasn't available
I was wounded and bleeding
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the fates said no
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We remained strangers
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time passed, the fates, waited
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A stranger moves to the city, our city, not the city where I was raised, and not the city where he was born, but our city nonetheless
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He was available
I was healing
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the fates raised an eyebrow and took note
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She met us both individually, with an idea for each, an idea that bore no fruit, rolls of the dice, snake eyes
yet
she saw something
she felt something
she said something
the gears were set, events were put in motion
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the fates smiled and raised a hand
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the clock struck midnight on my thirty fifth year of life
contact was made
a meeting
then silence
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the fates giggled, toyed, grinned, and cast the dice
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a click
a message
a meeting
a connection
a kiss
an adventure
begins
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the dice crash to the floor and the fates cover the pips
and laugh
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the clock strikes midnight on the year
Synchronicity
