Prophecy (A Love Story)

“We need to be together, but the distance seems so far. Without you, how will I survive?”

“So let’s meet Now,” Next Self says

I fling myself, perhaps overeager; She is My Beloved of the multitude that could Be.

And I fall…for 13 years….and see how this, my Beloved, comes to Be.

Self-fulfilling prophecy flies past:

A long hall of thoughts and actions,

Snapshots of material dreams.

Then I land in Next Self’s Place and see through Her eyes

…as she’s looking back at me!

She’s saying “I’ll gladly come to You.”

I hear my late reply - “I’m already on the way.”

It seems we’ve fallen in Love.

Were we not meant to be?