A moment taken to ponder
That the person walking by has a past
And a future
A birthday
A best friend (or not)
A strife (or not)
A first love (or not)
Right here was en route to his somewhere
She was heading to a different somewhere
How many somewheres are there - a million and thirteen?
The universe destined their crossing on their way to each somewhere
Star-crossed...*******
What does why or how matter anyways...who might, though
Arrival at her somewhere
She didn't embrace the end of the moment
As she remembered to forget the world