Moment of tangency.
You and I have never met, many times before.
Our paths might have crossed once or twice online,
or passing in the street,
We might've lived in the same neighborhood all our lives,
but against incredible odds,
we just happened to miss each other.
It's a big world, after all.
Our days must be filled with these chance encounters,
that for a million tiny reasons, never actually take place.
Accidental strangers, who just happened to miss their cue.
who share everything in common,
except for time and place.
For years, their stories might've been happening in parallel,
harmonizing from somewhere across the world,
but neither has any idea that the other even exists.
If two lines are truly parallel, it means they'll never actually meet.
It's hard not to wonder where they are right now,
veering away on a tangent, in some parallel universe,
Hard not to glance at a stranger in a crowd,
and imagine the life you might have shared,
if things had been different,
and feel a pang of missed connection
as you carry on your separate ways,
leaving nothing but an echo
of something that might have been.
You never know how many things had to happen exactly right
for you to meet the one you love,
You never know how easily fate might have tipped you onto some other course,
meeting some other person, who would feel like a soulmate.
Maybe you'd still be telling your friends it was always meant to be.
Or maybe you'd look back at your life and realize:
it was nothing personal—it's all just a coincidence.
You never know.