Continents and countries Miles between Somehow we always meet here on this street Cosmic Eternal Or perhaps just... Small
The foot of the mountain or the very peak Miles, count the distance you will see Yet here we are, you and I, at the corner of Myrtle and Fir Astounding Ethereal Or maybe⦠Small
Perhaps fate is on our side Perhaps the stars are perfectly aligned Perhaps it was always meant to be Perhaps itβs a small world for you and me
Perhaps a bit disjointed? I don't know and I think I like it. It is rather interesting, how conversations, no matter how odd or unpleasant, can give you inspiration for poetry. Oh, and the reason I chose Myrtle and Fir is because myrtle stands for "Love" and fir for "Time" which I liked very much.