you said
if its meant
to be, fate
will bring
us back together.
For a second I
wondered
if you were
really that
naive. If
you really
believed
fate worked
like that.
As if it
lived in
the sky staring
down at us,
as if it was
not already
within
us, as if
fate was
not the choices we
make, as
if it had
five fingers
and it
spent its
time placing
us like pieces
of chess.
Who taught
you that,
tell me,
go on. Who
convinced
you you'd
been given
a heart
and a mind
but it wasn't
yours to use,
that your
actions
did not define
what would
become of
you? I wanted
to scream,
shout. ‘It's
us you fool.
We're the
only ones
that can
bring us
back together.’
But instead
I sat there
quietly,
smiling
softly through
quivering
lips thinking
isn't it
such a tragic
thing when
you can
see it so
clearly but
the other
person doesn't.