June 18th 2020
Unrealized romances &
Unfulfilled love stories
occupy my thoughts
Not just my unrealized romances
Also the billions of others
Opportunities missed that never exist
because we never said hello
Love separated by time and space
and cosmic circumstance
Wonderful, magical eye contact
in aisle 7
with the flour & dry pancake mix
we smile as we walk past
I think to myself, “what an angel”
neither of us look back