Maybe, one day
we’ll cross paths at a café—
it’ll be a beautiful happenstance.
We’ll have missed each other,
but not in the way that aches,
nor in the way that hopes
for second chances.
There’ll be no need
to fill the silence
with old stories
or regrets—
just the calm of knowing
we’re both exactly
where we need to be.
It will be a rare kind of peace,
not from rekindling
something we lost,
but from having healed
and grown beyond it.
Maybe, one day,
we’ll meet again by mere chance,
a stroke of serendipity—
you, happy.
I, happy,
both of us carrying serenity
like something
we grew ourselves
and somewhere
in that shared moment,
the ghost of us will smile—
out of the quiet happiness
of what we’ve become.
