If I'd had any inkling
of where we were headed
or maybe if you had
would it have thrown the whole thing off
and was it necessary that this ending
(or destination,
ending is too final, for what we have
is only the start)
take us by surprise
at least a little bit
but then I always knew you were special
(somehow)
in my quiet knowing winking piece of brain
that smirks at me from the back of my muddled head
and watches me stumble toward the inevitable
so did it start earlier than that
is my hindsight still not clear enough
to see the beginning of all this
and maybe I was headed here since birth
unknowing
or maybe it started with my parents
when they took their chances
leaving home
for the wild green Northwest
(turning their backs on California)
is it further still
my grandparents
leaving Russia only to somehow find each other in Iran
(Persia, it influences all my Baba's cooking)
and did fate smile when it sent them off to America
knowing I would be born
and struggle
and somehow survive
and be alone until one July night I would run into you and
never be the same?
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