I used to believe- No,
I used to preach:
Everything happens for a reason

Or as I prefer to say
There is no coincidence.

Then you showed up.

Why you of all people?
Why now?
Why?

Because if coincidence didn't exist
then there is meaning to my smile;
And the way I watch you dance in my peripheral
like a flower in the wind.

I think I like you,
I think I truly like you more than I have anyone in...
God knows how long.

Yet I'm leaving-
And so what the **** does that mean?

It's *All tables and no chairs