After I ran into you on the street,
I realized how many things must
Have happened for us to meet,
In such an unplanned manner...
If I had stopped to shop or eat,
Or had turned left instead of right,
And even something as discrete
As the speed at which I walked,
All could have combined to create,
A scenario where we, unknowingly,
Missed each other -- call it fate.
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