Springtime Synchronicity

I watched as they spoke between quick glances behind oblivious, I stood there, listening most engaging for sure, were the details one with the other, of some previous evening's event. laughing out loud as they both remembered and shared, promising never to forget ... memories, how precious they are a snapshot of space seared, as a treasure inside one's mind I was home, thinking of someone waiting to hear a word, checking to see just one more time and wondering if he, was there. was he thinking of me? and wouldn't you know the most amazing thing happened. while I was checking, he was calling how could that be? unless of course we factor in destiny, universal design of the magnificent kind ...