the meeting / by Dahlia Dandashi

it wasn't love at first sight or anything. none of it was anecdotal.

for those short hours, we were part of each other. not like a puzzle. we aren't meant to be with one another like "that."

but we were whole. complete. i was his roots and he was my branches, swinging to the sounds of the underground and honking horns from outside. 

it wasn't romantic. it wasn't supposed to be. 

we paced around barely speaking with our lips. everything came in the beat of our footsteps.

how do you describe something unknown that somehow felt so comfortable? we already knew how to read each other. 

we have most definitely met before. and we may never meet again.