Sat watching television
Trying to immerse myself in its banality
Scene by scene, less interested more thoughtful.
Wondering, what someone is doing.
How they feel, are they ok?
I'm the random man who walked into a life.
A life organised but not perfect, is any?
Stability but bereft of happiness in many ways, but not all.
I entered by chance, an act orchestrated by one who would bid me no harm.
Yet greeted by one who bid me well and more.
The collision of souls, an awakening, with an outpouring of sadness.
A train wreck of emotions and needs.
Yet within it a glimmer of hope and a dream.
Or a passing fancy? A passion momento, not a passion momentum driven.
Time will tell.
The same time that passed long ago.
But this time clocks in synchronization.
A link in time, a portal to a possible new life.
Or a what might have been.