How two meet?

Out of all the possibilities,

All the permutations

And holding hands begin to think it might last?

Is it the only story ever really told?

I can say it wasn’t passion that moved me.

It was seeing you upset.

When I had caused it.

And I did not like it.

I could not tolerate it.

It seemed a little strange.

It was calculated in a way

I was tired of hurting too.

So why not?

Why not belong to each other?

Things have started for stranger reasons.

And I’ve never been one to trust my heart, not fully.

But it’s the building and rebuilding once begun that makes it last.

And that is a task that is never done.