TheWanderingPaddy

Moments of Tangency

You and I have never met, many times before. Our paths might have crossed once or twice online, or passing in the street. We might have lived in the same neighborhood all our lives-- but against incredible odds, we just happen to miss each other.-- It's a big world, after all.

Our days must be filled with these chance encounters. That for a million tiny reasons, never actually take place. Accidental strangers, who just happened to miss their cue-- who share everything in common, except for time and place. For years, their stories might have been happening in parallel, harmonizing from somewhere across the world, but neither has any idea that the other even exists. If two lines are truly parallel, it means they'll never actually meet.

It's hard not to wonder where they are right now-- veering away on a tangent in some parallel universe. It’s hard not to glance at a stranger in a crowd and imagine the life you might have shared, if things had been different-- and feel a pang of missed connection as you carry on your separate ways, leaving nothing but an echo of something that might have been.

You never know how many things had to happen exactly right for you to meet the one you love. You never know how easily fate might have tipped you onto some other course, meeting some other person, who would feel like a soulmate. Maybe you'd still be telling your friends it was always meant to be, or maybe you'd look back at your life and realize, it was nothing personal, it's all just a coincidence. --You never know.

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The best loves are unexpected

you don't just pick someone and cross your fingers it'll workout

you meet them by faith

and it's an instant connection

and the chemistry you share, is just way above your head

you just talk

and notice the way their lips curve when they smile

or the color of their eyes

and all at once… you know you're either insanely lucky or totally fucking screwed

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My memory may waver

But my love will remain

In this world that is alien

I am still one and the same

I cannot remember sometimes

All the things that I should

However, I know I still love you

Like no one else ever could

So please do not forget me

Nor the person I once was

When you feel so frustrated

Please just stop for a pause

Look at the wonderment

And the fear in my eyes

Because of a world that is strange

Filled with whats, wheres, and whys.

Please put your arms around me

Guide me through the day and the night

And tell me, my sweet child,

That everything will be alright.'

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A limb has fallen from the family tree.

I keep hearing a voice that says, “Grieve not for me”.

Remember the best times, the laughter, the song.

The good life I lived while I was strong.

Continue my heritage, I’m counting on you.

Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine through.

My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.

Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.

Continue traditions, no matter how small.

Go on with your life, don’t worry about falls

I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.

Until the day comes we’re together again.

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When you get what you want in your struggle for self And the world makes you king for a day Just go to the mirror and look at yourself And see what that man has to say.

For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife Whose judgment upon you must pass The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life Is the one staring back from the glass. He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest For he’s with you, clear to the end And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test If the man in the glass is your friend.

You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years And get pats on the back as you pass But your final reward will be heartache and tears If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.

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Thomas Moore - 1779-1852

‘Tis the last rose of Summer,

   Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

   Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

   No rose-bud is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes

   Or give sigh for sigh!

I’ll not leave thee, thou lone one,

   To pine on the stem;

Since the lovely are sleeping,

   Go sleep thou with them.

Thus kindly I scatter

   Thy leaves o’er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden

   Lie scentless and dead.

So soon may I follow,

   When friendships decay,

And from Love’s shining circle

   The gems drop away!

When true hearts lie withered,

   And fond ones are flown,

Oh! who would inhabit

   This bleak world alone?

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