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I look at the people strolling along

And think reflectively.

I spy a couple passing by,

What if I were he?

If I were he and he was me

Could I see that he could be me?

Would we pause, and

Acknowledge subliminally?

Would that beautiful girl

Be with me if I was he?

We might be completely free

Or married… or both, you see.

Were he and I switched at birth

And grew up unknowingly,

This random world surely

Would’ve guided us separately.

Yet what if that’s not the case

And fate works purposefully?

We could toss aside worry

And embrace what we will be.

I look behind as they pass

And wonder, as so does he

A soft smile upon his face

His eyes connecting… knowingly.