Random Me Part 6

Love at The First Sight 

Wislawa Szymborska

Both are convinced

that a sudden surge of emotion bound them together.

Beautiful is such a certainty,

but uncertainty is more beautiful.

Because they didn't know each other earlier, they suppose that

nothing was happening between them.

What of the streets, stairways and corridors

where they could have passed each other long ago?

I'd like to ask them

whether they remember-- perhaps in a revolving door

ever being face to face?

an "excuse me" in a crowd

or a voice "wrong number" in the receiver.

But I know their answer:

no, they don't remember.

They'd be greatly astonished

to learn that for a long time

chance had been playing with them.

Not yet wholly ready

to transform into fate for them

it approached them, then backed off,

stood in their way

and, suppressing a giggle,

jumped to the side. There were signs, signals:

but what of it if they were illegible.

Perhaps three years ago,

or last Tuesday

did a certain leaflet fly

from shoulder to shoulder?

There was something lost and picked up.

Who knows but what it was a ball

in the bushes of childhood.

There were doorknobs and bells

on which earlier

touch piled on touch.

Bags beside each other in the luggage room.

Perhaps they had the same dream on a certain night,

suddenly erased after waking.

Every beginning

is but a continuation,

and the book of events

is never more than half open.

Because wardrobe malfunction, I spent two hours standing as bridesmaid with one pair of shoe half missing. But woman! I had to keep it cool, ha, ha, ha. It is not the first time I've become a bridesmaid, it has been so many times over. I'm a professional bridesmaid 😏 I can't make just a pair of shoe half missing ruining my entire professionalism. Anyway, it is not the take home massage ladies but just one punch in the gut (or another reason for posting another poem) that the Cinderella story doesn't exist. Lol. Should it be for real there's someone would come over bring me new pair of glass shoes. In.Your.Dream. Hey, I thought I have killed that dream for hundred times already like I killed the Love at The First Sight dream and the Friend Turns to Lover dream. I shot them right at the head heart. But childhood dreams are ones that hard to kill.

How lonely it looks like now? Just lonely like me ha ha ha