This is a poem I wrote last winter sometime. It's about a girl I met and I saw her three days in a row then never saw her again. It was enough to get her in my head and wish I'd gotten to know her a little better...
Misconnected
I am a speck in the grand design
The busy colony of a world wound web of human souls
In a sequence of chances your path crossed mine
You color outside the lines
in so many colors I almost went blind
your glow silhouettes my past
and the others washout like old photographs
but the chance passed me by
I wonder as I lay awake at night
What formula made cross our paths
How was it our worlds overlapped?
Could I make it happen again?
A second chance to be your friend
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