Conspiracy Theory

Conspiracy Theory

 

He knew there was a plan - he figured there had to be

to make him fall in love with her, as he did, madly.

 

Outside the coffee shop they had nearly collided

but there was a long pause when their stares coincided.

 

She was a tall blonde, and he thought she was a beauty.

He was strong of frame, and back from a tour of duty.

 

In only that brief moment he knew this was the girl.

She was utterly starstruck. He was to be her world.

 

They were complete strangers and casual passersby

who had met and were drawn to each other. Who knows why?

 

This did not happen simply by chance - meeting like this.

Something much greater was at work here, and then. . . they kissed.

 

He was dumbfounded and apologized for the kiss.

She smiled and said, ‘The point is that we don’t deny this.”

 

He agreed and said they should sit and talk for a while.

“Let’s find a bench there in the park,“ she said with a smile.

 

Her name was Anne, and she wanted to be a writer.

He was Steve, a marine, and a martial arts fighter. 

 

He had earned a black belt. Combat was in his bloodstream. 

She loved helping people and interned at “Common Dreams.”

 

At college she majored in Writing and English Lit.

He toured in Iraq but he got sick from a burn pit.

 

And then. . . he told her about his PTSD.

She said she was sorry, “How horrible that must be.”

 

They knew then that they both had been blinded by the signs

Their lives were opposite and their stars did not align.

 

They chatted a bit more then went their separate ways.

Her, back to school and he, to a clinic at the VA.