There Are No Coincidences.

 She looked at her friend and said,

“I wish he could see what I see when I look in his eyes. 

They tell a story of how we got lost in time, 

Getting separated by two worlds, 

Yet we somehow always collide. 

Always finding each other. 

This time Finding ourselves occupied,

But somehow our hearts never let go.

Never filling that void. 

How do you let go of something that seems to be stuck together? 

Twins not able to be operated on. 

How do you let go of a yearning,

When God seemed to form you from each other? 

How do you keep your flesh at bay, 

While you pray and pray and pray?

Casting your burdens to God when they seem to be the answer to your prayers? 

When do you draw the line, 

When the only marker you have is silver?

I yearn to hold onto something, 

That I’ve had for centuries. 

What to do?”

Her friend said, “there are no coincidences.

The heart wants what the heart wants. 

And he seems to have been birthed with the rest of yours.”