Fate

If the shell of you met the shell of me,
I wonder if we would get anywhere,
if eye to eye the truth we could still see.
Would we walk right on by, without a care;
would we feel any connection or stare
just long enough to wonder: had we met
before once or twice, some cosmic kismet?
Without baring souls in the nick of time
would we miss the chance, our fate lost, ill-set?
Would the future, present, still leave you mine?

 

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