Someone Is Wrong
10.28.2018
Someone is wrong
He swears it’s never gonna happen
But the optimist in her screams
They were always meant to be
So confident she’s right
She says
“I’ll let him come to me.”
Over the years
Their paths cross
As frequent as chance allows
To herself, enough, she vows
As if woven into the fabric
Of a love that was never lost
Their story is the thread
Neither holds the needle
Only the eye of the needle can see
Their story unfold through time as fed
But over time
It’s friends who notice first
Their pattern woven history
They find it harder to deny
How of the two
She’ll prove to be right
Someone is wrong
He said love would never happen
But the optimist and her dreams
Showed it was always meant to be
So confident in their fates
She understands
She patiently waits
“I know he’ll come to me.
And when he comes
To that place and time
I know just where I’ll be.
And even more,
I’ll wear the dress
from the fabric of
our history.”
Thinks he may have been wrong
Now believes that never
Will happen less and less
Then knows for sure
How he was wrong
The moment he sees
Her in that dress
The moment he sees her
He’s compelled to confess
“I was wrong
as now I see before me,
within the fabric of our history…
its future pattern
indelibly woven
with threads of you
to threads of me.”
