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And sometimes

Even let’s me needle in your haystack

You’re happenstance and chance

One day I opened my eyes

And there you were

A weaver of wormholes

A fisher of time space continuums

In a planetarium of parallel realities

You knew how to unite universes

Find fate on a highway of fiber optic fortunes

And fortunately

No, frankly

It’s frightening to think

That all these solitary confined globes

Have orbits of their own that revolve around themselves

And somehow avoid colliding with meteoric egos

And more often each other

In the rat race around the sun

But you

Took us from too stranded individualities

And found a way to weave a reality of you and me

Out of this world wide web

If there is no wind in space

Ships don’t drift themselves together on their own

What caused our twin rocks to gravitate?

I sometimes get caught wondering

If I’ve just stubbornly sustained this slumber since you first

Commandeered the steering wheel of my dream

Or if the day I first met you

Was the day I woke up.

And it really is quite amazing

Out of 6,771,990,247 people on this planet

You chose me

Of all the granules in this sandbox

You chose to split your life in half

And pair it with mine

The one place where we are center

Self-important and self-conscious

Directors in our own holodeck operas

You’ve extended me top billing on your marquis

At the premiere of your great one-act

This one act that we never get to script

Yet we all play

On average we blink 36,000 times a day

Which means I’m the lucky mutherfucker

That gets to almost die that many times

Cause you disappear every time I close my eyes

But also THAT guy

That gets to wake up to you

One thousand one

One thousand two

As many times a necessary

Every day

To see if you’re still there

And you are…