Someday

She starts her day with a simple habit A bag slightly late by a tiny margin I give a wink to the passing moment And let her head toward that usual garden He picks a route that he rarely follows He checks his watch while he starts to wander I shift the air in a playful manner Just so his route turns a touch fonder She finds a seat on a busy terrace Her chair still warm from a stranger standing I nudge the scene with a mild intention To keep her near while the day is landing He turns a block with a quiet purpose Unaware how close their paths are bending I tilt a moment by one small second Enough to start their directions blending A quiet change forms under their timings Someday glides gently through their pattern A small shift carries them nearer And nothing feels forced or sudden I watch these turns with a soft amusement They move along with no hint of planning I shape the scene with a light precision Two woven paths slowly expanding Their routes adjust with a simple motion A minute here, a slight delay there Someday touches the space between them Then drifts away like a quiet player She slows her pace for no clear reason He shifts his pace as if drawn slightly I tip the frame with a tiny teasing And watch their routes drift softly nearby Two traces move closer without a cue I see their moves turning slightly near A subtle moment waits between them Someday flows softly through the air She turns her head as their shape drew near A gentle curve settling into his sphere They share a smile shaped soft and true A perfect scene gently set for you