Do you sometimes think,
if the earth was spinning a little slower,
if the star exploded a moment sooner,
if my atoms were scattered just a little closer
to yours,
You might still be here?

I don't know whether I should kiss you,
or destroy you.
Maybe I can’t do one without the other.
Maybe it’s the same thing.

Is it cause and effect?
Or simultaneous occurrence?
Not so much the spark that started the firestorm,
but spontaneous combustion.

Maybe you and I are the Big Bang
And we are the earth.
Fragile and young,
but, oh, look at that potential.