Flowers and Lovers - Marc Chagall
They both thought that a sudden feeling of emotion had united them
This certainty is beautiful, uncertainty even more beautiful
Because they didn't know each other earlier,they supposed that nothing was happening between them.
What of the streets, these stairs, these corridors where they could have passed each other long ago?
I would like to ask them if they can remember
Perhaps in a revolving door or face to face one day
A "Sorry" in the crowd, a "Wrong number" on the 'phone?
But I know the answer - No, they don't remember
They would be surprised to know that chance
Has been playing with them for a long time now
Not quite yet ready to become their destiny
It brings them closer and further apart
Crossing their path and stifling a laugh
Then escaping a little further away
There were signs and indications
Even if they were not recognized
Three years ago maybe or just last Tuesday
A leaf flying from one shoulder to another
Something that was lost and then found
Who knows? Maybe a ball in a hedge from childhood?
There were door handles and door bells
Where one touch covered another
Two suitcases checked in, side by side
One night the same dream, forgotten on waking
But every beginning
Is just a continuation
And the book of chance
Is always open in the middle.
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