Now and then,
I look for you.
What are the chances
That you'll be
Where I am?
For a short moment,
Passing by
On the road
Or at that place,
I see a glimpse of you.

Your memory fades
Into the distance.
What are the chances
That you'd be here
Of all places?
Very little.
A piece of me
Feels relieved
While the other half,
Disappointed.

What are the chances
For us to meet again?
I don't know.
I should hope
For never.
I suppose that
Fate will answer
When need be, but
What are the chances
For you and me?