By Chance
He met her by chance…
A swing to defined routines and melting pots
and he met her,
She said nothing and nor did he
They watched as words flew by
and insults drowned
in memories of love
And they still knew each other
by chance
Flames grew louder
and cheers sang along
But no one paid attention
to chance
He called her nothing when
no one could hear
For she bore no name
worth a chance
but his
He’d met her and slipped a page
off his book for her to read
…if by chance she cared
And when she called and recited
himself to her
He knew it wasn’t by chance
Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2017
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