Coincidence
A poem
I declared my intention through the smoke of a cigarette on that cold autumn morning and set it off to meet the fortune of the stones and the fire of lovers’ heartbeats.
It only took a week for the Moirai to come knocking and I gathered all the courage I had left to turn them away and pretend that what I wanted wasn’t here.
I just happened to be there, you know, and you just happened to be there too — nothing more, and nothing less; just a weird coincidence.
The smoke came back to engulf us both, a reminder that the Moirai don’t play around. Our paths happened to cross thrice more, another bizarre occurrence.
It was only when you introduced yourself that I knew something larger was at play. Perhaps we both wished on the same shooting star, I jokingly said to conceal my dread.
And hence I made peace with the Moirai, and they revealed to me that they were never here. A coincidence wrought by smoke and lust, that came to life through our persistence.
Notes: Moirai are the Fates, the personification of destiny.