I was meant to know you from afar.
The rearrangement and collision of things made sure that we’d walk right past each other.
It’s strange how the world stages its play.
It gives me the illusion of drama.
And it gives you the reality of walking past a stranger.
I wouldn’t change the way things are.
I love mystery.
I love the subliminal catch.
I trust the scheme of things and the world’s grand plan.
They will not steal my idea of you.
So stay where you are — when you’re miles away and when you’re inches away.
At some point, our paths will never cross.
No harm done, no energy invested.
Because I know, for a brief moment,
I was only meant to look at you from afar.