I was sitting on the metro one day and was considering how many times people cross paths, unaware of how important that one moment can be. Considering these occurances I wrote the following poem that captures this type of moment.

I looked through the window and saw you and began to think of all the possibilities of you and I. I imagined walking up to you and asking you what you were drawing. I imagined your eye color and the way you lifted you head up to look at the strange girl asking you a question. I imagined the sound of you voice and the goosebumps it would have given me. I imagined the spark that was so strong I could practically see it out of the corner of my eye, a bright white light that flickered every time we would breathe the same air. I imagined your eyelashes and they way you would crinkle your eyes and the way your teeth are a little bit crooked and the way I felt loved even if you were just a stranger.

As the train slowly began to pull away the only thing I couldn’t imagine was what was going to happen to us. I couldn’t have imagined how although I didn’t step off that train, fate still brought us together. I couldn’t have imagined the natural disaster of your love. I couldn’t imagine how all the things I had once dreamed of now manifested themselves in my nightmares. In nightly reminders of how fate works both for good and evil, and how dark you truly were.

Because the things we once wish would never leave us now are the same things we wish would leave. The things that always haunt us. And you, and your most beautiful disguise, tunneled your way straight into my heart, my mind, and my soul and now I must pluck out each needle you put in me. As I sit here with a bloodied hand ripping out the last memories of you I wish I had never imagined us… I wish I had never imagined you.