Sometimes I see you from the corner of my eyes looking back at me

And then I turn to catch the corners of your lips soften in serenity. 

Other times I am engulfed with myself and am blind to you perhaps rather selfishly

But you hold my gaze and tell me it’s not worth the calamity. 

If I passed you by in another life and brushed against you unwittingly

I think I would get that shiver I do when I hear you whisper to me with philosophy. 

You’d turn to me while I catch my breath and exclaim, ‘I’m sorry’ rather fittingly – 

And I would walk away with a sense that part of me has finally fallen to catastrophe.