I saw an old friend today I have not seen in thirteen years.
I mentioned his name a week ago and today he appeared.
He had not changed at all it seemed and was still thin.
He told me how he has been living for years now in my dear Brooklyn.
I just moved here two days earlier for a new job.
He just came South two days ago to visit his mom.
I told him how I was speaking about him with our mutual friend.
How I drove a minivan now and am married with two kids.
We were in a pizzeria on the beach and it was extremely hot.
We were amazed at this rare meeting we both got.
We parted ways and I walked away in a mental fog.
Was this just a coincidence we would dislodge?
Maybe this is a glitch in the operating system we all fear?
That if you speak their names it all becomes more clear.
Maybe his life and mine have been connected the entire time?
That we have always been walking together in another paradigm.
In another life I might have been his brother or roommate.
In another life we might have been enemies for heaven’s sake.
It is becoming more clear that everyone we meet in life is for a reason?
Maybe no matter what choices we make time is an illusion?