Encounter

A chance encounter spiraled into a chat

the more we exchanged words,

the more emotion smeared in the air.

So does the back of the envelope calculations.

When the match is over,

we walked our paths,

and parted our ways.

In the whirlpool of thoughts,

things that mattered remain.

What truly meant to me in the past,

and what will matter in the future as a result.

Without chasing after shiny and sweet things,

let us walk the walk

so that we can find what we were looking for.

That will be sufficient.

11.20.2025