steps falling in place,
right next to each other,
the breeze swaying their hair,
just like their hands swayed together.
she wondered how many times she could call it a coincidence,
the walking right next to her everytime out of the blue,
until she should consider,
that he’s making it happen on purpose.
he wondered if it was too obvious to her,
the walking right next to her out of the blue,
until she should herself,
to make it happen on purpose.
life is too short for playing games,
but, it was the sport they loved dearly,
where steps fell in place,
every time, co-accidently.