Maybe I was mistaken.
You stay on your plane,
and I will stay in mine.
A decision we made in concert.
I want to fill the void of you.
Does it exist?
Or did I create you to fill this hollow in the first place?
The memory of that connection,
the knowing of it.
Did I create that too?
Time may fill me up.
The strength of soul that I unearth
becomes its own fulfillment.
Merely arbitrary facts may cry out for explanation,
but this remarkable luck cries much more loudly.
It is both an arbitrary fact
and an incredibly precise form of luck.
Is it lucky that I encountered you in a shared space?
The situation would have been significantly less fixed
had I met you in a space
that did not already belong to this particular path.
It was a fixed dichotomy we would share.
There would be no alternative.
But the energy in which it carried itself;
that too was purposeful.
The order was not arbitrary.
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