The Walk Home

I saw him again.

A glimpse of him

appeared to me

amidst my tunnel vision.

I was focused on my

journey ahead

silencing external sound

with my select playlist.

I heard the beat and

I saw my destination.

Until something caught my attention

Or something called my attention

Unlike other days

I glanced to the left

only to see my past.
Stunned?
Yes.

Coincidence?

Unlikely.

Fate?

Perhaps.

My steps that day lead me to see him.

After 8 years of missed connections

He was placed in my path.

Or I was placed in his.

Whichever of the two.

I saw him again.

No one else, just him.

Visually fixated on
a representation
of my adolescence.
Shall I approach him,
take a step back in time,

Revive a dying flame?

Or move on with

appreciation for his presence

and proximity and my stroll

down memory lane?

Ending one:
I extinguish my routine

and step into his world

Reintroducing myself as

the older, maturer B

He obliges.

We reconnect, remember, and

reunite.

Everything fits just right,

picking up just where we left off

in essence reclaiming and rewriting my history.

Claiming an opportunity

unbeknownst to most.
Making our story a rare entity,

Like... a fairy tale.

Ending two:
I smile
regain my focus

and continue my walk.

Leaving the past in its

present position.

Grateful for the reminder of joy
the memories of a teenage love affair.