Destiny In Transit

11 Jun

Coming back home,
One night I saw her.
Destiny makes no distinction
Was what I thought.

Me, in the back seat of a sedan
And she, crammed in an auto.
Her black dress, accentuating
Brown eyes and perfect skin.

In her red dress, I thought again.
Destiny makes no distinction.
She held her gaze at me
And I held mine.

At that moment, it was complete.
I knew not so much as a name.
But we understood something.

Behind that mascara I saw a glint,
She lifted up her hand, and with me
Already moving on ahead. I lifted mine.
And knew one day, she’d be mine.


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