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When we were young
we saw patterns in random events
and from these we made meaning
We made it all fit

When I first saw you there
and you turned your head
and I caught your eye
I took this as an omen
a forecast
a luminary event

Years later
I see it all so differently

Experience dulls us I suppose
Stars do not align
Visions do not come true
Life takes effort
The gods favor those who plan

Where once there was meaning
now there is an aching
for meaning

And yet…

tonight when you said to me
don’t you think
our destiny is written in the stars?
don’t you think
we remember our future?
these random events take shape
like a mosaic
and those wide green eyes of yours
are again a revelation