sliding doors

and the missed timing

She was at the shops at 1,

he was at the shops at 2

both avoiding each other,

both wanting nothing more than to see each others faces,

two people circling at the same place,

close enough to collide,

close enough to rewrite everything,

but still missing each other

not ready to meet again,

it’s the sliding doors moment

you imagine late at night,

the one you rehearse,

rewrite,

role-play in your mind,

as if you could choreograph fate,

with enough overthinking,

you spin every outcome,

compose every line,

second guess every instinct,

until your brain begins to count down

and down,

and down,

to detonate,

under the weight of the what if’s

you want to have control,

a script that plays out,

you just want certainty,

a sign,

a guarantee,

just some clarity,

but life never works like that,

it rarely hands you that

you either run with it,

or run away from it

even when you think you are choosing,

half the time the moment has already chosen for you

and maybe that’s the reminder of it all,

that things unfold how they are meant to

even when they unfold so painfully slowly,

or in such imperfect timing,

or in a breath too late

things unfold how they are meant to be,

you just have to trust the universe

trust its odd and quiet timing,

trust that the spaces in between,

are teaching you something,

that you're meant to know,

that you’re meant to be shown,

that you wouldn’t learn any other way

trust that what feels like a miss,

is sometimes a gentle protection,

for you,

for him,

for all,

trust that the right moment

doesn’t need to be chased,

and only will be met,

when you are both finally ready

lots of love,

love emm xxxxx