Murphendipity

What is the concept which is serendipity but it’s bad where I meet all of the wrong people at the wrong time? Because I suffer from it. Alt title: Love is a Choice

I always meet you
I’m always at the right place at the right time
Except the time is wrong,
things are wrong,
and we fall apart,
or collide,
or graze each other

Oh, I’m so sure
some cruel kind of gravity is at work

Love is a Choice
but it has its own autonomy
it comes when it wants,
like some kind of burglar,
or an uninvited guest,
like the plumber who never seems to know
when it’s a good time to barge the f**k in

She comes too often, or maybe not frequently enough

… but I digress.
LOVE COMES UNANNOUNCED
you and I can welcome it, or chase it away
and wait for it to come again
and it will!
to you and me
but not to us