Fate
by Akazora
The word fate,
I love it.
I turn and I see you.
In the crowd, far left,
alone.
Your melancholy eyes look,
but do not see.
No smile blesses your lips.
We are walking the same path,
dreaming the same dream,
reaching the same goal.
Your performance is like mine.
We are on the same level.
Of course, so are many others.
The results are in,
and I sit where I place.
A stranger to my right,
a seat to my left.
You are the last to walk in.
You take the seat,
and suddenly you're a breath away.
Is this destiny?
Flutter, pound...
I do not speak.
You turn,
smile and laugh and talk,
to me.
Skip a beat...
I smile back, and we talk.
Completely in sync,
complementary.
We speak together,
laugh together,
are happy together.
Your eyes are never grey,
your smile is never far away.
You are beautiful,
in the simplest
and purest
of ways.
But we would part.
I knew it,
but I never thought it.
Our paths, dreams, and goals
overlap only once.
The last hour,
and you seem to shine
more than you ever have.
Imagination?
Or reality?
The last minute,
and there is a crowd,
much like before.
I see you,
I want to speak,
but I hold back.
The last second,
and you turn and I see your face.
No smile blesses your lips.
Your melancholy eyes look,
but do not see.
Alone,
again.
Have you also felt the way I've felt?
Has your heart also fluttered,
pounded,
skipped a beat?
Have you also wanted to say
what I've wanted to say,
but held back?
Are we really just ships
that pass in the night?
Is this...?
Zero,
and now I'm by myself.
I hate it,
the word fate.