When the universe agrees
With our desires and grants them
In full, that’s a miracle.
I knew a woman,
Once, who embraced me
For no good reason,
Just when I wanted her most.
She became my miracle.
Now that I’m almost a ghost,
The universe wants her back.
None of what I want,
She wants, or worlds want for us
Needs to agree, but
I have wings folded in me.
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