On a simple day our shoulders
lightly brush as we pass per chance
and the world falls silent
at the meeting of a glance.

As a deep sea met
emerald and set fire to the skies
when sparks flew from between
our , somewhat-comprehending eyes.

This was a moment of crossroads
where future paths be planned to stone
over barren countrysides-
Prosperity or demise, this fate be my own.

I saw our future in
your crystalline tears
living together,
in our golden years
, but be weary i sense also
a life lost to duties-
committed to fear and
other romantic cruelties.

My darling you are
my future meant to be,
but I don't believe in fate.

Some people meet and
are meant to live lives
lovely, complex, intertwined...

Yet we're not that some
, not meant to be.
You're just a pretty passerby,
I say, as I turn away  blindly.