Maybe we are meant to meet people.
Maybe they are meant to be the ones.
Maybe they are meant to save us
From ourselves when we try to run.
Maybe we are meant to fall in love.
Maybe they are meant to change.
Maybe they are meant to help us
From the things inside our brains.
Maybe we are meant to see people.
Maybe they are the wrong people.
Maybe they are meant to keep us
From nights all alone in the dark.
Maybe we aren't give soul mates once.
Maybe they change as we do.
Maybe this poem is reaching out
From my computer to hers, too.