Strangers eyes
Catch
On a passing train
They don’t see each other again
He zigs
She zags
They miss each other
By half a bag
She is early
He is late
Their paths never cross
There is no fate
She sits in her office
He eats at his desk
Even in the lift
They’ve never met
She swipes left
He swipes past
Even with a phone
They don’t have a chance
In a world of isolation
Cupid has it tough
Slings his arrows where he can
But its rarely enough
He sits on the steps
He will not admit defeat
He will find an answer
A way for them to meet
He strokes his bow and arrow
He thinks its meant to be
A way for one and one
For them to be a ‘we’
Time passes
She is hit by a bus
Comatose for days
She does not wake up
He finds it hard to sleep
Takes a lot of pills
He does the same
Never left a will
Somewhere Cupid smiles
In a strange twist of irony
The hidden hand of fate
They are buried side by side
It is never too late
A Tuesday Latte 