I wander through the campus broad
Without a distinct goal
And always seem to manage to
Run into them on stroll
Coincidence’s frequency
Linked us there at start
As chance meetings compounded on
The time we spent apart
I cannot seem to wander far
Without the hand of chance
Directing paths to meet once more
As if we’re in a dance
So now I can’t go anywhere
Without seeing their face
But I’d not have it otherwise
For all the gold in space
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Published for 4/24/25