Monday, April 8, 2024

2024 - day eight

 The prompt is a meeting or encounter that should not have happened.


Is there an opposite to serendipity?


They told me you had left, moved on, 

And thus there was no chance we could meet.

The memories between us had gone,

Buried and erased by stamping feet

And curse words, I had no desire

To revisit times now long, long past

But there you were, a flat tyre

Halting your journey, the die had been cast

And we had to meet that one last time.

To kill you would be a crime.

Would'nt it?


(c)2ndwitch, 08/04/24


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