Sometimes I catch myself mid-task
and I realise that I exist.

My age. Here. Now.
The chances of my soul
having my life
are incredibly small.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-kiss
and I realise that you exist.

Your age. Here. Now.
The chances are even smaller.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-gaze,
eyes locked and I realise
that somehow,
your existence
has intertwined with mine.

Seven billion other souls.

Yet, I found you.
You found me.
The chances are infinite.

Sometimes I catch myself mid-wonder
and I realise that
if the smallest choice
so far was different.

Your soul would not have met mine.

And my true love
would have lived their life
without knowing
or experiencing my existence.

Sometimes I catch myself.
I simply smile.

How did I get so lucky?

Maybe I'm still dreaming.