Timing Is Everything...

Timing Is Everything

Fingers...
just out of reach.
Eyes...
just missing an inquisitive glance.
Stepping over to the left,
just as you stepped right.

Everything...
slightly out of kilter.
Nothing quite right.
When two lonely people
pass close by...
and too busy with other things
to know.

How many times
did we just miss each other?
How much time may we have missed?

You...
pausing to look at the summer dress
in the window...
as I looked down to see what time it was?

Me...
greeting a friend
just as you found yours
on the other side of the room?

Time wasted...
time found.

Some call it fate...
others... just bad luck.
Perhaps the timing was wrong...
or at best,
not quite right.

And timing is everything.

If I had walked out the door
to arrive here a minute sooner...
or you hadn't stopped to make sure
your make-up was just perfect...
would we have changed every detail?

Fingers...
finding the soft touch of the other.
Eyes...
held with each other's eyes...
until everything else around disappears.
Stepping to the left
with one another in stride...
heading anywhere... together.

Everything...
in perfect unison.
Two lovers unaware
of anything around them...
their minds surrounding
each other...
and holding close.

Some call it fate...
others... perfection.
When time no longer has meaning...
and two lives are forever joined.

And timing...
is everything.